Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

I was just about to say something when my cell phone rang.

“Who in the hell is calling you this early?” Reed asked.

I rolled my eyes as I rolled over and grabbed my phone. Yep. It’s exactly who I thought it was—Whitley. I cleared my throat and said, “What?”

“Merry Christmas! Have y’all opened presents yet?” Whitley said in an all-too-chipper voice.

“No. It’s not even six thirty in the morning. I want to go back to sleep.”

“Oh my gosh…you sound like Layton! Come on. I want to know what you got. Layton is in the kitchen, bitching, while making us some tea and blueberry muffins.”

“Huh…sounds like I got the better end of the deal this morning. At least Reed tried to bribe me with sex.”

Whitley let out a sigh and said, “Damn. I’ll have to remember that next year. Maybe add a little bit of extra fun for him, like a blow job to get him up earlier.”

“Gross. I don’t need to hear your detailed plan. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit when that image popped in my head.”

Whitley giggled and said, “Come on, Court. You better get used to getting up early once the baby gets old enough to come wake you up.”

I let out a sigh and then stretched. I sat up, and Reed jumped up and started getting dressed.

“I’ll go make some coffee.” He practically skipped out of the room.

I smiled at how excited Christmas got him. I was excited, too, but I didn’t want to come off like I was.

I went to say something to Whitley when I felt the flutter in my stomach again. Oh. My. God. Is it…the baby?

“Court? Did you hear me?”

I quickly put my hand on my stomach. “Whitley, be quiet.”

“Um…okay.”

I sat there for a few seconds.

Nothing.

I went to say something, but then I felt the flutter again, and I let out a scream.

“Holy shit! Why did you scream in my ear?” Whitley said.

I jumped up from the bed and began jumping up and down. “I think I just felt the baby moving! What does it feel like?”

Whitley started laughing. “Okay, you know when Reed touches you, and you don’t expect it? That funny feeling you get in your tummy, like a flutter? It kind of feels like that…or gas, but I like the sweet flutter-feeling description better.”

Reed came running into the room and then skidded to a stop. I was standing before him, butt-ass naked.

“Yep, that was it!”

Whitley let out a scream of her own. I was sure she was paying me back for my earlier scream.

Payback is a bitch.

“Okay, Whit, I’m gonna have to let you go, so I can celebrate with my husband.”

Whitley giggled and said, “Okay. Call me later! I want to know what you got.”

“I will. Promise.” I hit End and smiled at Reed.