I was about to leave, she actually said something nice.
“Hold on a minute. I never got a chance to congratulate you on the Hayes verdict. So congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
I didn’t know what else to say and I guess she didn’t either. “Heard anything more from Tina Montgomery?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said. “No news is good news, I guess. I just hope Tina had nothing to do with her husband’s murder. I really can’t handle another big case right now.”
We had finally found something we could agree on. “You’re reading my mind,” I said.
CHAPTER 10
I left work around four so I could spend some quality time with my husband while I still had some time left to share with him.
We were sitting at the kitchen table finishing up some
lard na
noodles with chicken,
pad
prik
green beans, and vegetable spring rolls delivered by our favorite Thai restaurant. The house was quiet, except for the soothing vibes from an old Maxell CD.
“I always thought married life would mean I’d get a home-cooked meal every night and wild sex 24/7,” Jefferson joked, stuffing half of a spring roll into his mouth.
I leaned across the table and kissed him on the forehead. “Well, somebody lied to you big time, baby. Because we ain’t Ozzie and Harriet and it ain’t 1955.”
“That’s cold. Y’all rope a brother in with regular home-cooked meals and nonstop sex, then you pull a bait ‘n switch. You used to cook for me all the time when we were dating.”
“What can I say? Next time I guess you better get it in writing.”
He grinned. “So how’s work?” I could tell Jefferson had something on his mind. He was just trying to find the right moment to strike.
“Fine,” I said.
He put down his fork and pushed his chair back from the table. “I see you haven’t started using that ovulation kit yet.”
Damn. Back to the baby stuff.
I took my time chewing my green beans. They were extra spicy tonight. “Jefferson, I can’t get pregnant just like that,” I said, snapping my fingers. “I have to go off birth control first.”
“So when’s that going to happen?” His arms were tightly folded across his chest, which made his biceps more pronounced. I remember learning in my freshman psych class that this posture communicated defensiveness.
“As soon as I make an appointment with my gynecologist,” I said.
“And when’s that going to happen?”
“As soon as I get some time.”
“And when do you plan to make some–”
I held up my hand. “Jefferson don’t do this. You know I want kids, too, but you can’t expect it to happen overnight.”
“Why not?” He had purposely lowered his deep baritone
Hell if I know.
“Because I have a job that requires me to plan something like this.”
He stared at me without blinking. “Have you told them we’re thinking about having a baby?”
“Of course not. And when I do tell them, it’ll be after I’m already pregnant.” I stuck a fork full of
lard na
noodles into my mouth so I’d have a reason not to talk.
We continued to eat in painful silence.
Jefferson stood up and walked over to the sink and began rinsing his plate. “You know, I’ve been waiting for you to just tell me the truth,” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just go ahead and admit that you don’t want to get pregnant instead of stalling and beating around the bush like you’re doing now.”
Unfortunately, Jefferson knew me like a book. “I do want children…I’m just not sure I want any right now.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Then he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, something he only did when he was pissed. “Okay,” he said slowly. “If you don’t want kids now, when do you want them?”
“I don’t know,” I snapped. If I gave him a time frame, he would hold me to it.
I looked down at my food, but I could feel his frustration without even seeing his face. “This is starting all over again,” he said, trying to temper his
“Hold on a minute. I never got a chance to congratulate you on the Hayes verdict. So congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
I didn’t know what else to say and I guess she didn’t either. “Heard anything more from Tina Montgomery?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said. “No news is good news, I guess. I just hope Tina had nothing to do with her husband’s murder. I really can’t handle another big case right now.”
We had finally found something we could agree on. “You’re reading my mind,” I said.
CHAPTER 10
I left work around four so I could spend some quality time with my husband while I still had some time left to share with him.
We were sitting at the kitchen table finishing up some
lard na
noodles with chicken,
pad
prik
green beans, and vegetable spring rolls delivered by our favorite Thai restaurant. The house was quiet, except for the soothing vibes from an old Maxell CD.
“I always thought married life would mean I’d get a home-cooked meal every night and wild sex 24/7,” Jefferson joked, stuffing half of a spring roll into his mouth.
I leaned across the table and kissed him on the forehead. “Well, somebody lied to you big time, baby. Because we ain’t Ozzie and Harriet and it ain’t 1955.”
“That’s cold. Y’all rope a brother in with regular home-cooked meals and nonstop sex, then you pull a bait ‘n switch. You used to cook for me all the time when we were dating.”
“What can I say? Next time I guess you better get it in writing.”
He grinned. “So how’s work?” I could tell Jefferson had something on his mind. He was just trying to find the right moment to strike.
“Fine,” I said.
He put down his fork and pushed his chair back from the table. “I see you haven’t started using that ovulation kit yet.”
Damn. Back to the baby stuff.
I took my time chewing my green beans. They were extra spicy tonight. “Jefferson, I can’t get pregnant just like that,” I said, snapping my fingers. “I have to go off birth control first.”
“So when’s that going to happen?” His arms were tightly folded across his chest, which made his biceps more pronounced. I remember learning in my freshman psych class that this posture communicated defensiveness.
“As soon as I make an appointment with my gynecologist,” I said.
“And when’s that going to happen?”
“As soon as I get some time.”
“And when do you plan to make some–”
I held up my hand. “Jefferson don’t do this. You know I want kids, too, but you can’t expect it to happen overnight.”
“Why not?” He had purposely lowered his deep baritone
Hell if I know.
“Because I have a job that requires me to plan something like this.”
He stared at me without blinking. “Have you told them we’re thinking about having a baby?”
“Of course not. And when I do tell them, it’ll be after I’m already pregnant.” I stuck a fork full of
lard na
noodles into my mouth so I’d have a reason not to talk.
We continued to eat in painful silence.
Jefferson stood up and walked over to the sink and began rinsing his plate. “You know, I’ve been waiting for you to just tell me the truth,” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just go ahead and admit that you don’t want to get pregnant instead of stalling and beating around the bush like you’re doing now.”
Unfortunately, Jefferson knew me like a book. “I do want children…I’m just not sure I want any right now.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Then he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, something he only did when he was pissed. “Okay,” he said slowly. “If you don’t want kids now, when do you want them?”
“I don’t know,” I snapped. If I gave him a time frame, he would hold me to it.
I looked down at my food, but I could feel his frustration without even seeing his face. “This is starting all over again,” he said, trying to temper his
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