After hours

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"You know, everyone at the office is pretty worried about you." He said loudly from the bathroom. "We were kind of hoping you'd be able to make it back in pretty soon here. Maybe, I don't know, today?"

I groaned and mumbled a string of senseless excuses into my pillow.

"Did you just say something about taking the trash out?"

I rolled over in bed to watch him through the small sliver of light streaming from the ajar door. "I'm just a busy gal and all. Lots to do..." He was shaving, Daniel Metzgar was in my bathroom shaving in my mirror. He was using my pink lady razor and my peach scented shaving cream and he was in my bathroom.

"Oh yeah? Well how about I take the liberty of throwing your trash down the garbage chute for you, and then your schedule will be all clear."

"I have a lot of stuff to do."

"Stuff huh?" He came out of the bathroom patting his face off with a towel. "What kind of stuff?"

"Big stuff. Important stuff."

"Oh, important stuff huh?" He swung the towel over his shoulder and approached the bed. He rested one hand on the bed for support as he leaned into me.

"Really important stuff." I reiterated. I inhaling the scent of my bathroom and my toiletries on his skin. I lifted my chin, for the first time since the loss giving him a sign of willingness and he kissed me. There was no frantic lust or impatience to our kiss, it was just a simple kiss.

"You know." He started. "I do have to go home." I did know. "If you came in today, we could go in together."

"Together?"

"Yep. You and me."

I dropped backwards onto the bed. "I don't want everyone to look at me."

"You're beautiful."

"They're all going to feel bad for me. They should feel bad for us. Everyone thinks I'm sad lonely miscarriage girl."

"You're not miscarriage girl." He argued and laid down beside me.

"I am miscarriage girl."

"Well, I'll be like a buffer. I can block everyone who comes at you with sad miscarriage girl stares."

I rolled into him. "Block them?"

"Sure. You know a lot of football moves. You can teach me a few things and if someone looks like they're walking towards you I'll just tackle them."

I laughed. "So many lawsuits."

"So worth it. To protect you."

"But, I just don't want to wear pants."

"Wear a dress."

"I don't want to wear clothes period." I specified.

"Mmm."

"Daniel!"

He groaned and sat up. "Fine." He opened my drawer and started rummaging through a plethora of skirts and dresses. "I can get you dressed and everything, but trust me when I say you do not want me doing your make up."