I grinned at Buff. “My woman.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet her. Later, bro.”
“Later.” I read her message.
Hope: Milk
Was she kidding? It took her all that time to put milk? Time to call and see what was really going on with her.
“Hello?”
“Hey, all you need is milk?” I sensed she’d requested milk only to pacify me. I didn’t appreciate her humoring me to make me happy. I genuinely wanted to do things for her and elevate any stress she might have.
“Yup.”
“Hope, if there’s something else you want, just tell me. It’s no problem. I’m happy to bring you what you want.”
“That’s the problem, Levi.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know what I want. I feel put on the spot.”
Hmm, this was interesting.
“Do you have any cravings?”
“Not that I notice. Sometimes I’ll go to eat something, and then it doesn’t appeal to me. Other times, I’m desperate for fries or a burger.”
“Desperate, you say?” I lowered my voice and turned my back to my brothers.
“Don’t tease me. I wanted you badly in the shower, but I’m afraid an orgasm will kill me.”
Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water in the face. If anything happened to her or the baby…Don’t think the worst.
“Levi, are you there?”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll just bring you a variety of stuff.”
“Sure. But how will you know what to bring? I don’t want you wasting your money on me.”
“You’re worth every penny I spend.” That was her caring and sweet side I’d gotten tiny glimpses of.
“There you go being nice to me again.” She sighed like girls do when happy. “Don’t be too nice to me, though. It makes me uncomfortable.”
What the hell? “Why?”
“Oh, um. I need to go.”
“Hope, wait.”
“I’ll just see you when you get here.” The call ended.
My head spun in confusion. Why would being nice to her make her uncomfortable? I hoped Lady M might have some ideas.
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Karma