He shakes his head with a laugh. “You’re delusional.”
I slide the chair under the desk and out with just my hands, ignoring the creaking.
“Look, and it rolls.”
He laughs. “Rollingisthe point of the wheels.”
My hand accidentally taps the mouse, lighting up my screen, The Sixth Temple bursting into view.
“Is this your game?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I play?”
“Oh.” I jump up to let him get the chair. “Oh, yeah of course,”
“Can I play with you?” My vagina takesthatin a very different way. A very sexual way that has nothing to do with the innocent role playing game.
“Uhm, yeah. Well, we can’t on this console but I have the game on my other one.” I gesture to the TV.
“Let’s do it.” He claps his hands together before spinning towards the living room. I didn’t think my flat was small until this six five giant stood in the middle of it. I’m tempted to see if he can reach both walls when he opens his arms.
“Huh,” Jackson says, picking up my decorative cushion with the crocheted words ‘Calm Your Tits’ in bright red.
My cheeks heat. “That’s my nanny’s work. She’s always crocheting or knitting. She made me that when I moved inhere.” I gently take the cushion out of his hand, running my hands over the seams before placing it back on the sofa. “She’s a bit slower now but but she hasn’t forgotten how to make some scandalous slogans.”
Jackson laughs. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
I glance up at him. “You uh, you don’t have to.”
“Well”—he glances down at my midriff meaningfully—“We’re about to be family right?”
“Oh, yeah of course.” Family. Jackson and I are going to be a family.
“Have you told your parents yet?”
I quirk my brow. Tell them? I’d rather lick a brick wall than willingly pick up the phone to tell them the news. I already know how that conversation will go, and I don’t have the energy to have it yet.
“I’m thinking they’ll find out eventually.”
“Nine months from now?” Jackson says wily.
I laugh weakly, “Just about.”
“I’m probably going to tell my family soon, if that’s okay?” Jackson asks, carefully.
“Oh yeah, of course.” I nod so quickly I’m surprised my head doesn’t fall off. “You can tell whoever you like.”
“I’ll just tell them for now,” he says with a smile. “But it’s kind of an all-or-nothing thing with my family. We’re not the best at family secrets.”
I smile softly. “They sound amazing.”
He grins. “Yeah, they are.”
He takes a seat on the sofa, his large body making the cozy two-seater look like a child’s play furniture.
“Let’s play this game. Where’s the controller?”
