Page 12 of The Champion
I tried to keep myself and Jameson calm as the nurseswent to work but clearly, I was freaking the fuck out. Jameson wasn’t doinganybetter. I swore to myself at one point if he ran his hands through his hair onemore time I was going to junk punch him.
Usually, I found this sexy, the whole stressed Jamesonrunning his hands through his wild hair but right then, it was irritating thehell out of me, which was precisely why Spencer wasn’t allowed in the room.
He and Alley showed up a little while after we got hereand Spencer decided it was appropriate to eat a breakfast sandwich in front ofme while I was in fact starving to death.
“I wouldn’t go to sleep tonight if I were you,” was myresponse.
“I forgot how scary you can be.” He replied backing away.
I kicked him out into the waiting room after that. Hereluctantly left after making more than one reference to my crankcase and thefact that Jameson would need a GPS to navigate his way around after the babycame out. Such a tool.
How Alley could stand him was beyond me.
Emma stepped in for a moment and teased Jameson about nothaving sex for six weeks after the baby was born.
“I’m not talking about my sex life with you.” Jamesonreplied harshly. “That’s inappropriate.”
“It’s not inappropriate.” She told him taking a drink ofher mocha, which pissed me off because I really wanted coffee. “I’m yoursister, not your mother. We can talk about sex.”
“No, no we can’t. We’re not close.” He went on to say.“That’snotsomething we talk about.”
Emma started crying. I had no idea why, but she left. Itmight have had something to do with the fact that Jameson just told her theyweren’t close but I couldn’t be sure and I really didn’t fucking care at thatmoment. My insides felt like they were being ripped apart, sparkplug bysparkplug.
“You should go comfort her.” I told Jameson who had justpicked up a magazine.
“Why?” he didn’t look up but shook his head. “I don’twant to talk to her.”
“Because you made her cry,”
“She’s a girl.” He said. “Girls cry,”
Another contraction hit me and I swear on all that washoly that my fuel pump gave way.
“I’m never having sex with you again!” I yelled in themidst of the contraction. “I’m serious this time.”
Jameson threw me a frantic glance. “That’s a bit drastic.Don’t you think?”
“No...I don’t!”
“Just calm down...everythingis...” My murderous glare cut him off.“Sorry...” he mumbled and looked out thewindow.
“Merry Christmas!” Spencer walked in wearing a Santa Claushat with Tommy behind him. “Smile for the camera.”
I can imagine what that picture would have looked like.
I turned to Jameson. “If I stabbed Spencer with a fork doyou think I’d get arrested?”
He shrugged.
“No, Emma didn’t. Just make it look like an accident.”
He grabbed Spencer by the sweatshirt he was wearing andflung him toward me.
“Here, hold out that fork and I’ll trip him. Problemsolved.”
Spencer left after that.
“Good plan, honey,” I high-fived him, “I like the way youthink.”
