I shrugged.
“Think of how I’m suffering,” she begged. “Just look at these bags under my eyes.”
“Right, like you thought ofmyfeelings when you went around fuckingmyhusband in your lounge chair?”
“I regret that,” she said hastily, but I only rolled my eyes.
“Goodbye, Astrid.”
“Take Ambrosebaaaack,” she wheedled. “Please pleaseplease, I beg of you. I’ll give you money to let Finn go. My family comes from old Swedish money, you know. I could set you up for life, Indi. You’d never have to work another day.”
“I already get plenty of money from Finn,” I retorted. “I don’t ever have to work massage therapy again if I don’t want to.”
“Indi, you don’t understand!” she groaned. “Finn and I are soulmates!”
“Funny,” I said. “Why would your soulmate givemean engagement ring?”
I drew it from my pocket as the stunning brightness of it reflected the sunlight and hit her right in the eyeballs.
Astrid let out an anguished screech, clutching the fence posts.
“He gave you that?”
“That’s right. And we’re not even engaged. He just gave me this to try to convince me.”
She gasped out a sob.
“Indi, I’ll give you anything. Please please. I’m sorry for fucking Ambrose. I’m so so so so sorry. It wasn’t that memorable, I’ve already blocked it from my memory! I will never talk to him again if that’s what you want. Justgive me my husband back!”
Her eyes were bright with tears but all I had for her was a sigh of exasperation.
“You are embarrassing yourself,” I said. “Just go back and make the best of it with Ambrose. Or break up with Ambrose. Do whatever you want. Just leave me out of it for I fear I do not care.”
“How could I ever be satisfied with Ambrose’s stodgy old teacher ass?” Astrid pouted. “When I know a rock star like Finndoeswant to settle down.”
“But not withyou,” I pointed out helpfully. “He doesn’t want to settle down withyou.”
“Indi, I will clean your home myself for a year! Two years! I will get down on my knees and scrub your toilet with a toothbrush. Do you want my car? My ring?”
She started riffling through her purse and throwing wads of $50s at me.
“Take it! Take anything!”
I rolled my eyes and I went back inside.
“Goodbye, Astrid.”
I heard another anguished screech from her as she saw Finn’s massive, sculptured body pass by the living room window, clad only in a tiny little peach-colored towel that did barely anything to hide his massive hanging dick.
He jerked the curtains shut and I wasn’t one to turn down Sunday morning sex, so I allowed him to gently position me on my hands and knees on the bed and then pleasure me with long, decadent strokes.
“Want to go check the mail?” I asked afterward as I stretched like a cat on the bed, loving the way my swollen belly was getting bigger every day. “I’m supposed to be getting a few Amazon packages and we can put together the crib later if you want.”
“Anything you like, baby,” he reassured me, then put on the world’s tiniest gym shorts and went out the door.
I lay there for another moment, luxuriating in my skin, then I remembered I wanted to check my old bloodwork for my iron levels, so I went into the office to find them. I flicked through my neatly filed paperwork, pulling out the letter from the lab, but something was stuck to the paper.
What in the world was this?
