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That was probably the most boring night Jay had ever had in his life.
Ten minutes after I had settled on watching the Herbie movie, I had promptly fallen asleep.
It was now five AM, and I was standing over a sleeping Jay.
“Crap.” Should I wake him up and tell him to go home?
I knew sleeping on the couch wasn’t comfortable. It was old, worn out, and if you sat on it just right, a spring poked you in the butt. Or in Jay’s case, it was probably poking him in the back right now.
“Are you okay?” he grumbled.
I jumped back and bumped into the coffee table.
His arm shot out, and he wrapped it around my legs to steady me. “Easy, Del.” His voice was rough and low and sent a shiver down my spine.
“I’m fine,” I said breathlessly,
“Then why are you awake?”
“I had to pee.” There was me being straight to the point.
“You go?”
“Uh, yeah?” I had spotted him when I had woken up, but my bladder told me I better get my ass into the bathroom before I started freaking out over Jay being on my couch.
“Good. Why don’t you get in your bed and get a couple more hours of sleep?”
“Um, what about you?”
He rolled onto his side and crammed the pillow back under his head. “I’m good here.”
“How?”
He cracked open one eye. “Have you ever been in a race trailer?”
I shook my head.
“This couch is good, Del. Once you see where I sleep on race weekends, you’ll get it.” He shut his eyes and reached blindly behind him for the blanket.
I pushed his hand out of the way and laid the blanket over him. “There’s a spare bedroom if this gets too uncomfortable. It’s the first door at the top of the stairs.”
“I’m good here. Now get in bed. You need to sleep, Del.” He reached out again and brushed his hand down my legs. “Take care of our baby,” he whispered sleepily.
“Okay,” I whispered back.
Part of me wanted to crawl onto the couch with him and the other wanted to run out of the house.
What in the heck were feelings like these? Things were normally so cut and dry in my head. When Jay was around, I didn’t know what I wanted though my body tried to tell me exactly what it wanted.
Jay.
I slipped out of his hold and lightly jogged up the steps. I climbed into bed without even turning on the light and stared up at the dark ceiling.
“What the heck is going on, baby?” I whispered. I laid my hand on my stomach and sighed.
It had to be that I was still tired. That was the only thing that could explain me wanting to climb into Jay’s arms.
I knew exactly what kind of guy he was.
I had to hand it to him for trying to get to know me, but I knew his interest in me would fade once I had the baby. As long as he stuck around to be a dad to our baby, he could forget about me.
All that mattered was he loved the baby.
In the end, that would make me happy.
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