“I’m a bit scared,” I admitted honestly. “What if he doesn’t like me?”
“He’ll like you,” Brandon laughed. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’ve never been around little kids before,” I mumbled, though that wasn’t what was worrying me. I was scared that I wouldn’t feel anything for him. I was scared I would see him and it would be as if I were looking at just another child. And even worse, I was scared we wouldn’t have any sort of connection.
“You will be a natural.”
“I hope so.” I yawned.
“I should let you sleep.” Brandon sounded sad. “It’s late.”
“Just a few more minutes,” I mumbled, not wanting to get off of the phone as yet.
“You never answered me, you know.”
“Answered what?”
“I told you I loved you.” He sounded unsure of himself. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t know what to say,” I answered honestly, feeling confused.
“You think I’m a jerk.” He sighed. “I’m not perfect, Katie. I’ve made my mistakes.”
“You can say that again.” I rolled my eyes in the dark at his words and turned over in the bed.
“I’m glad you answered the phone.” His voice was soft again. “I needed to hear your voice tonight. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to know you would still talk to me.”
“I don’t hate you, Brandon.” I sighed. “I just don’t want anything from you.”
“You think I’m an egomaniac.”
“I know you’re an egomaniac.”
“I suppose it doesn’t help if I tell you I want to make you come.”
“What?” I gasped into the phone.
“I want you to fall asleep thinking about me inside of you.” His voice was silky. “I want to make you come.”
“Well, it’s a pity you’re not here,” I murmured into the phone as I imagined him kissing my neck. I let out a little whimper as I imagined him playing with my br**sts at the same time.
“What are you doing?” His voice was alert and I knew he had heard my whimper.
“Nothing.”
“Play with yourself for me.”
“No.” I shook my head, but my hands rubbed my stomach.
“I’m thinking about you right now,” He whispered into the phone. “I’m imagining your hands soft and cold on my cock, gliding up and down slowly, trying to tease me. I’m imagining your mouth taking over for your hands and your lips sucking down on me, tasting me and biting me lightly.” He groaned and I froze as I listened to him.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, waiting for him to continue. His talk was making me feel horny and I shifted in the bed uncomfortably.
“Nothing,” he groaned. “It can wait.”
“Okay.” I was disappointed that he had stopped before he had really gotten started.
“I’m not going to have phone sex with a girl who’s sleeping,” he joked into the phone. “I want you to remember me in the morning.”
“Uh huh.”
“But don’t worry, it will be your face I picture when we get off the phone.”
“What?” I squeaked out.
“Nothing, beautiful Katie,” he sighed. “Get some sleep. I’ll be picking you up in a few hours.”
“Okay,” I sighed, not wanting to get off of the phone.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned me and I was quiet. “Katie.”
“Nothing.”
“Do you want me to stay on the phone?” he whispered.
“No,” I lied.
“I remember when we first started dating. You always wanted me to stay on the phone with you.” He laughed. “I’m not sure how either of us got anything done with all those marathon calls.”
“We didn’t have that many,” I giggled as I remembered those first days.
“We spoke on the phone every night. You talked my ear off going on about books and TV shows.” He laughed. “But it was all worth it when I heard your sweet little snores as you fell asleep.”
“I don’t snore.”
“I’m afraid you do.”
“No one has ever told me I snored,” I protested.
“How many men have you slept with?” His tone changed, and I could hear the jealousy. I felt all warm inside as he spoke and I knew that I was just as dysfunctional as him.
“I’m not answering the question.”
“I know the answer already,” he laughed.
“You’re a creep.”
“I didn’t stop you from dating anyone.”
“I know,” I sighed. “Do you ever think about the days before we broke up? The days before I moved in? The first days?”
“All the time.”
“They were good, weren’t they?”
“The very best.”
“Thank you for taking Harry,” I whispered.
“I love you, Katie.” His voice was stronger this time. “And I love Harry more than life itself.”
“You’re a good dad.”
“I got one thing right.” He sighed. “Stay the night tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Think about it.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it.”
“Sweet dreams, Katie.”
“Sweet dreams, Brandon.” I waited for him to hang up before I put down the phone. “You’re still there,” I whispered, and he laughed.
“I’m hoping I get to hear the snores of an angel again.”
“You want me to fall asleep on the phone?”
“I want you to fall asleep in my arms, but the phone will have to do tonight.”
“Night, Brandon.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow, the phone pressed against me ear. I lay there listening to the sound of his breathing and it comforted me. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep and I had dreams filled with Brandon, me, and babies.
***
“Don’t worry, Katie. It’ll be fine.” Brandon squeezed my hand as we walked up to the front door of his dad’s house. “Just remember, don’t tell him you’re his mom, please. I don’t want to shock him.”
“I won’t tell him.” I nodded. I felt hurt that Brandon didn’t want Harry to know right away, but I understood slightly. “Who does he think Maria is to him?” I frowned as we waited at the door.