CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

The bigger I get, the more I feel the heat.  My clothes are getting tight and uncomfortable, and I am in desperate need of some new bras, at least two sizes bigger than the ones I’m currently wearing.  I call Aubree.

“We need a shopping day ASAP.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tonight?” I counter.

“Meet you at the mall in thirty.”

“You’re a gem.”

Instead of climbing out of my car and going inside my apartment, I restart the engine and drive to the mall.  This past week has gone by slowly, and the only times it has sped up have been my nightly phone chats with Hamish, which are always followed by a few texts. We are getting to know each other so well, and the conversation always flows so easily.  He’s just an all-around great guy.

Aubree helps me pick out a couple of black stretchy waist skirts and some maternity work shirts from the work supplies store.  I also splurge on a pair of the most ridiculously comfortable shoes I’ve ever worn.  It literally feels like I’m walking on a cloud.  Then she drags me to another store and I end up buying a few too many dresses, tights, and long T-shirts, plus five new bras.

“So, how’re things with Hamish?”

I grin.  “Great.”

“When am I going to meet him?”

I finish chewing the last bite of my sub before answering.  “Are you busy this weekend?  I’m heading out to Pine Creek for my cousin’s birthday party.  You could come?”

“Sure, that sounds like fun.  Who knows, I might even lasso myself a cowboy.”

“You’re crazy.” I laugh.

“I’ve never denied it,” she agrees.  “I better get going.  I need an early night, I’m beat.”

“Me too. Thanks for helping me.”

“Anytime.  Speak to you soon.”  She kisses my cheek and we both go our separate ways.

 

 

 

 

By the time Hamish calls, I managed to put all my new purchases through the washing machine and I’ve just hung them all out to dry.

“Hey, can you give me a sec?”

“Sure,” he replies.

Setting my phone on my bed, I quickly tug a nightie over my head before lifting the phone back to my ear.

“Sorry, I just had to put my PJs on.”

“You were naked?”  His voice is like honey over sandpaper.  My stomach clenches.

“Not anymore,” I tease.

He groans.  “Fuck, Olive.  Tell me you’re wearing panties.”

I giggle.  “It’s a g-string,” I whisper.

“Jesus.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I burst out laughing.  “I’m kidding, Hamish!  I’m wearing a pair of super supportive granny panties that come up over my belly button.”

“I’m not which description is sexier,” he jokes.

“You’re outrageous!”

“Tell me about your day?”

I yawn.  “Just work, and then Aubree and I went to the mall so I could stock up on maternity clothes.”

“Sounds like fun.”

I haven’t opened up to Hamish about Dek yet, but the more I talk to him, the more I want to confess everything.  He has never asked me who or where the father is, but I sense he wants to know.

Instead of telling him, I ask, “How was school?”

“The usual.  Busy.  Preparation for mid-year exams has started so I’ve been flat out with that.”

“Will you be busy over the weekend?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I’ll be coming home and we could catch up… if you want?”

“Absolutely.”

I couldn’t stop the smile if I tried.

I yawn again.  “I better get some sleep. I’m beat.”

“Okay, sweetheart.  I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

“Night, Hamish.”

A few minutes after hanging up, right before I’m about to doze off, my phone beeps.

Hamish: I’m having trouble falling asleep.  You think you could send me a pic of you in your nightie and granny panties?  Might help.

Olive:  I’m afraid it’ll give you nightmares, so I’ll pass.

Hamish:  Maybe it’ll give me the sweetest dreams known to man ;)

Olive:  Nice try :P  Night xx

Hamish: Sleep tight, beautiful. x