Fat Girl In A Little Coat 2

part 42

Three months passed and the baby is moving or at least I think that it's moving. Billy came home and plopped himself in the the floor as I was making a baby blanket. "Tough day?" He was a mechanic for his second job.

"Yeah. I don't wanna move. Don't want to get the bed dirty." Taking his shoes off as his leg was up in the air.

I softly chuckled as I tucked my hair behind my hair behind my ear. Putting down my crocheting hook, pulling myself up to see him. "Well if you want to take a shower after you rest, you can come up here and we can tell you how our doctors appointment went."

His elbows prop himself up. "Oh.... Alright give me five minutes and I'll go." Then falls back down.

More than five minutes had passed. I pulled myself up again to see what was going on.... He's passed out. Up from the bed and taking a pillow and a blanket. Placing the pillow under his head, blanket on top of him. Finishing up the laundry. Sitting on the couch while a show was playing in the background, Billy moans and groans getting up from the floor.

Peaking his head from our room. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Cause I didn't want to. You were exhausted." I was reading a magazine, I turned to the next page. Then looked at him with a smile.

He moans as he lets out a sigh. "Well my body will have knots."

"Take a hot shower, when you are done come see me." I looked back at the magazine.

Rolling his eyes with his hands on his hips as he walked to the bathroom. I finished looking at the magazine, it was a baby one. The phone rings....

"Hello?" I said while I was untwisting the phone cord.

'Hi Tory!' A girls voice sounded so preppy. 'Its Heather. Is Billy home?'

Ugh can she just leave us alone. "He's in the shower."

'Oh okay. How are you and the baby doing? Do you know what you are having yet?'

"Not yet, soon though. I'll tell him that you called Heather."

Then her voice changed. 'Oh did I do something or day something?' Like if I upset her.

"No Heather. Why would you think that?"

'You just shut me down, thank you for telling Billy.'

Bitch what? I'm so dang lost! "No you didn't."

'Alright I'll talk to you later.'

I hung up on her, I was over it. Going back to the couch Billy comes out in a towel and another towel rubbing his head to dry his hair. "Who was that?"

"Your girlfriend."

"My girlfriend?" His tilted.

"Heather. She wanted to talk to you."

His hands went straight to his hips. "She's not my girlfriend. You are the only one for me." Waking back into our bedroom. Shorts and a t-shirt with his sleeves cut off. Sitting on the couch with his hair dripping wet. "I don't see why your jealous of her. Heather is just a friend."

"Me, jealous? Of what? I'm not jealous."

"I am about Steve. So I don't blame you being jealous about Heather."

"Why are you jealous of Steve? He's my cousin and like my brother."

"True as that may be. He's knows so much about you. That I hope that I can know as well."

I turn to him. "You do. I just don't understand why Heather calling a lot."

"After highschool she didn't keep in touch with her friends that she made here. And her and I just clicked. I'm sorry you don't like it."