When I hear the shower turn on in the little bathroom, I stand up and head to the little suitcases that I packed for Kent and I for this trip. A little thrill runs through me as I remember how anxious I was packing his – worrying if he’d like the clothes I picked out for him, if he’d ever get to wear them – if I, too, would get to wear mine, because there was one hell of a large chance that I was going to get arrested today as well –
But everything went over beautifully. And now…
I have other things to worry about.
Like what do you wear to bed when you’re four months pregnant and you haven’t seen your baby daddy in two months?
I groan a little, turning towards Kent’s bag first and pulling out a pair of underwear – black boxer briefs, the only thing I’ve ever seen him wear – and a pair
