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“Hi Mrs. Philips.” I smile when she opens the door.
“Hello dear, Josh is downstairs in the weight room.”
“Thank you.” I pass her to go to the stairs. I take a few steps down and feel woozy.
“Are you okay dear?” Asks Mrs. Philips.
“Yeah, just a little headache.”
“I’ll make you some hot chocolate.” She wanders to the kitchen.
I manage to make it down the stairs without falling. I walk to the weight room and slowly open the door, music blasts into my ears.
“Hello?” I ask.
Josh lay on the bench lifting weights. He’s wearing a skintight, white muscle shirt and some navy blue shorts. I step into the room and watch him lift the weights up and down. The veins in his neck bulge as he brings them cup and down. I see my reflection in the mirror and quickly fix meself. I pull my shirt down and hike up my skinny jeans. I start to tie my hair up when he notices me.
“Hey Bridge, when’d you come in?” He asks, sitting up.
“Just a second ago.” I look back at the door.
He walks over to me and wraps me in a hug. His body is hot and sweaty. His skin sticks to mine as hug hugs me tight.
“Hi.” I say into his chest.
“Hey, how you feeling?”
“I’ve had better days.”
“Uh oh, what’s up?”
“I’ve already had to go to the bathroom 4 times this morning. I couldn’t touch my food. Andddd, I have a doctor’s appointment soon. I don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want people poking me and checking stuff.”
“Like this?” He pokes my back.
I giggle. “Yeah, like that.”
“And this?” He touches my belly.
“Yeah, like that.” I smile and hold his hand to my belly.
“You’re getting bigger.”
“I know! I’m a freaking elephant.”
“A cute elephant.”
“… HEY!”
“Kidding, kidding.” He kisses my forehead.
“I knowwww.” I lean against the wall. “Pretty intense stuff you were doing.” I say nodding towards the equipment.
“Yeah. Just getting ready for the game. I’m going running with Brad tonight. He asked if you and Kyla wanted to go out to supper after.”
“After you guys are dripping in sweat? Oh so romoantic. But thanks, I’ll pass.”
“I mean after.”
“Nah, be best if I skip eating anything today. My stomache is too weak.”
“You have to eat something!”
“Mah.” I biting his finger that he was jabbing in my face. “I’ll pick up some Pure on my way home.”
“I’ll drive you.” He smiles and slips on a shirt.
“Kay.” I lead us out of the room and get to the stairs. “You first.” I motion at them.
“I’m okay.”
