#Chapter 206 - Pride

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 of pajama pants. I move to the bathroom door and crack it open, falling back a little in surprise at the quantity of steam that puffs out of the door. Well, I guess he didn’t get a lot of hot showers