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Makesher until it’s running down her legs

Those babies I’ve been trying to put inside her for months now

She’d have to triple, quadruple in size before she was anywhere near as big as I am, so I just can’t see it

To me, she’s tiny Curvy, but still tiny

Thinking about her curves, and the show she just gave roan to myself helplessly

Another raging hard on to contend with

See?

Even just thinking about her has the sa her

I finish hanging her picture, straightening it, and take a few steps back to ht

The whole house is quiet now Too quiet

I hate it when I say the duht words

I can usually sense how she’s feeling, but I’ that pops into my head

Co her more upset most of the time, lately anyway

I figure I’ll get so, maybe a decent meal and a hot bath afterill make her feel—

Ashlee’s screa, bounding down the hall and into the bathroom in three seconds flat

She’s sitting on the edge of the tub, her chin to her chest

Crying

I’ her by the waist and lifting her chin with my thumb so I can see her eyes

“Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?” I ask, more than worried now

I’ scared

She puts a hand toon her cheeks, but she’s not sad

They’re tears of joy

I’m confused, as she holds up what looks like a pen or a thermometer in front of my eyes