Bennett (On the Line 2)

He closed his eyes and left his hands in place, feeling our son’s movements for a full five minutes until they stopped.

“That was . . . wow,” he said, still smiling. “That’s our boy.”

I cradled my belly for a few seconds, feeling perfectly happy. Bennett put his boxer briefs back on and looked around the kitchen.

“Is that apple pie I smell?”

“Yes, I made one. You want some?”

“Hell yeah. I’m starving.”

“You give me that shirt and I’ll give you the pie.”

He slipped out of his unbuttoned dress shirt and passed it to me. I put it on, taking in the scent of his cologne as I buttoned it. By the time I was done, he was already at the kitchen counter with a fork in the pie.

“So good,” he said around a mouthful. “I didn’t know you could bake.”

I couldn’t help admiring the lines of his tall, muscular body that were on display as he ate the pie in his underwear. Stripping, kitchen-table sex, and post-orgasmic pie were all part of a new level of intimacy for me. And I liked it.

With a yawn, I took a bottle of water from the fridge. “You ready for bed or do you want to stay up and watch SportsCenter?”

“Watch it in bed?” he asked with another mouthful of pie.

“Perfect.”

“I’m about to eat this whole pie.”

“Go right ahead.” I kissed his apple-flavored lips. “I’ll meet you in bed.”

We were okay. He’d said the words earlier, but now I could feel it. And in this moment, it felt like all was right in my world.

Bennett

I pushed open the curtain to my stuffy bunk and looked out into the darkened interior of the bus.

“How long does it take to change a tire?” I grumbled to no one in particular.

“They couldn’t find the right size,” Liam said, not looking up from his phone.

I exhaled heavily and flopped back down onto my sweaty bunk sheet. The flat tire on our team bus meant I’d be getting home at nine AM instead of six AM. I wouldn’t be able to see Charlotte before she left for work.

It was midnight now, so I texted to let her know.

Me: Bus had a flat. Took three hours to change. Won’t be home til 9 now.

Charlotte: Damn.

Me: I know. Miss you.

Charlotte: Miss you too. Great game tonight.

Me: Thanks.

Charlotte: How are you?

Me: Okay, I guess. Tired.

Charlotte: Try to get some sleep.