What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

28. The Phone Call || Joell ||

"I have five minutes before the meeting, it's very fucking late right now, so don't stay up as per usual, sleep for god's sake. I'll be home when you're knocked out." And Ginni hung up. Wow.

"Thank you for letting me use the shower," I hear footsteps stop.

I look to my side and see Aslan wearing my extra-large men's clothes, the white shirt tight and wet, slightly visible to his skin. "No—no problem," I look down, back at my phone, putting a string of hair behind my ear.

The chair I'm sitting on suddenly feels uncomfortable, the dining table suddenly looks dirty, and I'm beginning to overthink that the food has gone cold. Still, I could feel my cheeks hot.

"Esden didn't sleep on the bed?" I follow where his eyes are, stopping at Esden, who's on his back, resting on a comfortable cushion on the floor next to the couch.

"I felt anxious keeping him out of my sight." He nodded and sat opposite me, obviously because the food was opposite me.

"Thank you for the food," he started eating.

"I hope it's not cold now; I could warm it up for you?" I was halfway standing, hand stretched out to grab the plate,

"It's perfect." I retreated my hand and sat back down. Leaning on my hand and turning to look behind me so I could watch Esden, to hide the excitement that he smells like me.

It's gotten late so far, the baby is sleeping, the daddy's eating, and I'm the one who took care of both situations. Am I wife material? I giggled to myself.

I looked back in front of me. I saw Aslan with one eye closed due to a drip falling on it, and when our eyes met, his eyebrow rose at me. "Haha, you'll catch a cold like this. How would Esden feel if his dad can't hold him?" His eyes went to Esden before his hands reached his head, but I stopped him, "Let me."

I went to touch his wet hair barehanded before I grabbed the towel and ruffled the hair softly. "Your hair is smooth. Usually, it gets wavy." He had straightened his back for me, but why is it that when he's sitting, he's still taller?

"I hope the products you used were okay for you. I could always order ones you prefer—"

"That won't be needed; the products were just fine. Sorry for the trouble." He pushed the plate slightly away to show he's finished. I took my time with his hair.

Just then, I remembered the phone call...

"How was work?"

He didn't answer me.

I could feel my throat aching, eyes itchy to bottle up fluid. I swallow my saliva.

I put the towel back down on his shoulder and reach for the plates after moving to his side.

"I'll save you the trouble. Show me where I could get the products." He took the plates to the sink and took the sponge from under the sink as instructed. I watched him for a bit as he washed the dishes, the foam of soap on his fingers took my mind to the gutter... this is my sign to get the fuck out of here, so I just walked away.

"Let's go to bed," I whisper to Esden, who's still sleeping, before picking him up and walking to my bedroom.

I get stopped in my tracks by a voice behind me. "I'll put him to rest comfortably. Do you need to shower?" He asked me. No, but now I want to.

I nod and give Esden to him since he had his hands ready, just in place. It took me a while to pass Esden because our hands were touching in that position. I wanted to feel his skin more before cute duckling was finally in his arms. "Do you want me to bring you anything before I head to the bathroom?"