Chapter III
J & MADISON
This is a short flash fiction chapter I wrote for J & Madison. I often write these flash fiction pieces while I’m warming up for writing.
“Ineed this baby out of me!”
J eyed me as I entered the lounge room where he sat watching TV. “She’s not due for another week, babe.”
My eyes bulged. He was so damn casual about everything, but I was the one carrying her around and dealing with heartburn and back pain.
It was irrational, I knew, to be mad at J, but I couldn’t help myself.
My hormones were all over the place and the heat was getting to me.
This Queensland weather was unbearable at the best of times, let alone when you were carrying what felt like a whale in your stomach.
I hit him with a filthy glare before turning and stalking back into the kitchen.
A cold drink might help. And while I was there, I’d shove my head in the freezer for a good five minutes.
I was seriously contemplating praying too.
Not something I’d ever done, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
J’s hands slid around my waist a minute later as I guzzled some icy water. His lips grazed my ear. “I’m an asshole, baby. How about I run you a cold bath and get you in it?”
I rested my head back against his chest, my irritation at him forgotten as his touch calmed me. “Oh God, that sounds good, but I’ll never get out of it. Have you seen the size of me lately? I’m a freaking blimp.”
He kissed my neck and ran his hands over my stomach before finding his way to my breasts. “You’re not a blimp, Madison. You’re beautiful. And these tits are something fucking else.”
I smacked his hands away. “I’m not having sex with you today, J. I’m too damn hot and bothered.”
“Yeah you are, so get your ass in the bath and cool down. I’ll get you out when we’re done.”
I turned to face him. “When we’re done? There’s no way you’ll fit in there with me.”
He backed me up against the fridge, the bossy expression I knew well, settling on his face. “Babe, stop thinking and let me take care of you for once. You’re nowhere near as big as you think you are, so if I wanted to get in that bath with you, I could. But I don’t—”
I frowned. “You don’t want to take a bath with me?”
I didn’t blame him when he cursed softly under his breath. I was annoying myself with my emotional whiplash, so I could imagine how frustrating I was to him. These bloody hormones were out of control.
Taking hold of my face with both hands, he moved closer and kissed me. My pregnancy had called for lots of his kisses. They were one of the only things that calmed me when I got moody or anxious.
And God how I’d been anxious.
There were so many things to worry about for our child. Would the delivery go okay? Would she be healthy? Would J and I figure out this parenting thing or would we fuck her life up? Would she grow up without getting into drugs or other stuff that would harm her? Would she find love and be happy?
So many things I’d never thought about before.
How did parents even get through a day?
“Madison,” J’s gravelly voice cut through my thoughts. “Stop thinking, baby. Everything’s going to be okay. Willow’s going to be healthy and we’re not gonna fuck shit up. I’ve got you, and I’ve got her, and I’ll never let anything happen to either of you.”
I sank into him.
Thank God he was mine.
I smiled up at him as the tension left me. “I love you, Jason Reilly,” I said softly, feeling every ounce of that love as he tried to put my mind at ease.
He brushed another kiss across my lips. “I love you, too.” He stepped away from me. “Now get in the bathroom and let me get my eyes on those tits.”