The Birds And The Bees

It felt different as I sat on the couch with Jordan after our little ‘talk’, he wasn’t acting any different than he ever did, he still sat with his arm around me and still said these totally stupid things to make me laugh but it still felt different. Because it’s the way it was, not the way it has been for the last couple months. I smiled; I was glad that it went this way. I couldn’t have been happier at that moment.

But I felt a little off, not because of anything that was going on with anyone; I had this stabbing pain in my left side. I shifted a couple times, trying to make the pain go away but it wouldn’t.

“Babe what’s wrong?” Jordan turned to me, concern written all over his face.

“Nothing,” I told him as I excused myself. I silently cursed as I made my way down the hall towards the bathroom. It had been so long since I last had one, that I was so certain that I was pregnant. I didn’t check for sure because I was afraid of how I would react if I wasn’t and Josh wasn’t in the picture. My heart sunk as I sat in the bathroom and saw all the evidence I needed to know that this month I wasn’t going to be a mommy.

Even though I knew it was probably for the best, I started to cry. I wondered if I was ever going to get pregnant, Josh and I never used protection, why didn’t I ‘get caught’? It wasn’t that I wanted to be pregnant without being in a secure and happy relationship with him but I could help feeling upset. And I knew that was crazy.

“Anna?” Jordan’s voice called softly through the door. “Are you ok? I hear you crying.”

Sniffing, I told him I was ok. “Jordy can you go and get my bag from the car?” I still had the overnight bag packed that I used when I lived there. I was going to take it out a couple weeks ago but now I was glad that I didn’t, I needed to get cleaned up.

Stripping off all my clothes, I grabbed a couple towels from the closet and waited for Jordan to come back with my bag. As I waited, I reached for the handle of the second drawer where I used to keep all my ‘feminine’ products when I lived there; I forgot to take them when I moved out. Pulling it open, I stared in shock at the bottom of the empty drawer. NO! I damn near started to cry again, I knew I didn’t have anything in my bag, I wasn’t expecting this today.

When Jordan knocked on the door again, I quickly wrapped a towel around me before I opened it. “What are you doing?” He asked as he handed me my bag, his eyes had focused on the towel around me.

“Is it ok if I take a shower?” I asked him, not really caring if he said no.

He nodded, “Sure it’s…” his voice trailed off as he spotted the opened drawer. “Umm,” he coughed, turning a little red. “Try the far back corner of the cabinet,” he barely managed to say before he spun around and almost ran down the hall.

Laughing, I closed the door and checked inside the cabinet, all my stuff was back where he said it would be. I couldn’t believe that he kept it all, it was actually a little strange but I was so happy I wasn’t about to get freaked out by it, but boy am I going to have fun bugging him about this one!

Dropping the towel onto the laundry hamper, I stepped into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain across. Once the water was at the desired temperature, I pulled the button to turn on the spray of the shower. As the hot water poured down over my body, I picked up Jordan’s shampoo and squeezed a small amount into the palm of my hand before bringing my hands to my head to massage the shampoo into my hair.

With my hair all soapy, I bent over and picked up his soap, giving it a quick sniff hoping that it wasn’t too ‘manly’ smelling but I was out of luck, it was totally ‘manly’ smelling. Oh well, I thought as I lathered up my facecloth with his soap, beggars can’t be choosers. Next time make sure you have the essentials in your bag! I closed my eyes and started to rub the cloth over my arms and chest, I couldn’t stop from giggling when you are going to smell like him jumped into my mind.

When I finished soaping myself up, I stood under the hot spray and let the water remove all the soap out of my hair and off my body. Finally I picked up his conditioner and worked some of that into my hair and then stood under the spray one last time.

Turning off the water, I rung as much water out of my hair as I could before I pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel to wrap around my hair; the towel that I draped across the laundry hamper, I now picked up and begun to dry my body off before stepping out of the bathtub onto the mat on the floor.

About ten minutes later, after getting dressed and pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I made my way back out to the living room, feeling so much better – except for the cramping pain in my pelvis.

Jordan wasn’t in the living room when I got there, I was going to go and find him when he called out and told me to sit down, he’d be right in. “Maybe pick a movie or something,” he told me.

I happened to glance at the time, it was almost nine, and I thought I should get going but I didn’t want the night to end, it had been so long since Jordan and I were able to spend time together without fighting. So I did what he asked, I picked out a movie and set up the DVD player for when he came back into the room.

When he came in, he handed me something before he sat down, it was very warm to the touch and squishy. “I thought you might need it,” he told me simply when I raised a brow at the hot water bottle I held in my hand.

I couldn’t hide my smile, I was touched that he remembered and I told him that. He groaned, “Good lord Anna, I’ve lived with you for a couple years, I had to deal with you every month, it’s not like I could forget!”

“Still,” I pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” I laid back against the couch and curled up with the hot water bottle.

“You’re welcome,” he told me as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, draped it over me and then took his seat at the other end of the couch, half a foot away from my feet. “Now, how about we watch that movie?”

We spent the next hour and a half watching Shrek for the billionth time since he bought it. By the time the movie was over, I was half falling asleep. “Why don’t you go to bed?” He asked me as I jumped from nodding off again.

I nodded sleepily, “I think that’s a good idea.” I got off the couch and wandered down the hall towards the guest room, I took my bed when I moved out so I knew there was no point in going in my old room. But when I opened the door, I was shocked to see that the guest room was no longer that, it was now a little girl’s room. “Jordy?”

“What?” He flipped off the lights out in the kitchen and then came down to stand next to me, “Oh yeah,” he smiled. “I guess you didn’t know I was turning the guest room into a room for Jenna.”

“That’s great Jordan,” I meant it too, it was. “But where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Where are you supposed to…?” Jordan looked down at me and frowned, “Where do you think?”