81. Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Paige wasn’t sure what woke her up—the sound of Marshmallow howling in the middle of the night, or David curling up behind her on the sectional.
Quietly, he said, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. Everything good at your mom’s?” she asked sleepily.
“For the most part. She needs a new washing machine, but there doesn’t seem to be any real water damage in her laundry room or kitchen,” he replied, burying his face in her neck.
“Good.”
“So, was everything good here?”
“It was great.”
“Yeah? No issues? You didn’t have to administer first aid or bust out the fire extinguisher?”
“No,” she said with a sleepy chuckle. “We had a good time and he was asleep before I finished Grumpy Monkey. The second time.”
“The second time? You got played.”
“Whatever.”
“So, are you sure he was asleep, and not in a diabetic coma?”
Paige elbowed him in the ribs, making him grunt. “Very funny.”
“I was being serious.”
She was silent for a moment, then said, “So, there was one thing. I saw him pee. Sort of. I mean, I wasn’t watching or anything, so I guess I heard him pee. You know, in the bathroom.”
“I figured that’s where it happened.”
“You don’t think that’s weird? That he peed in front of me?”
“Do you?”
“I … don’t know. Maybe.”
“Well, you’ve bathed him, so I guess it’s not that big of a deal to him.”
“Peeing is different. It’s …” she trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. “I mean, I’ve never seen you pee.”
“Do you want to?”
She elbowed him again. “No. And you’re missing my point. Seeing someone else pee is really personal. I wouldn’t want you to see me pee—”
“I have, though.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Yes, I have.” He chuckled softly. “That night in the hospital, you didn’t want to wait for a nurse to help you, so you made me take you into the bathroom and help you pee.”
Searching her memory bank, she came up empty. “I don’t remember any of that. I must have been really out of it.”
“You were. And it was a little awkward at the time, given the circumstances,” he admitted. “But the part where I was in charge of pulling down your little black lace panties, then pulling them back up was the hardest thing to get through.”
Her eyes widened in the dark. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
This time his chuckle was a little louder. “I’m not lying. How else would I know what your panties looked like?”
“Oh, my God. I’m so embarrassed.”
“No need to be. It was kind of a pivotal moment for me.”
His voice had dropped and she could hear the subtle shift in his tone. So, mere seconds later, when he pressed against her a little more firmly, letting her feel his erection, she wasn’t surprised.
“Are you … hard?” she asked, as if unsure.
“Mm hmm. Blame it on those little black lace panties that I’m picturing in my head.” He shifted slightly so he could now murmur in her ear, “Do you think you can be quiet?”
She knew he was asking because of Jacob sleeping just down the hall and also because of her reluctance to even make-out on Thanksgiving when Jacob was napping. She’d felt weird then, but knew she’d have to get used to fooling around with a child in the picture (albeit when that child was asleep), so she decided now was as good a time as any to start.
“I can be quieter than Marshmallow,” she said. “Is that good enough?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”