RoomHate - Penelope Ward Page 0,47
anyone else gonna really do for me?”
“Has your mother even come to visit?”
“She came to the hospital when Bea was born, but she didn’t offer to stay to help. She’s more concerned with things like traveling to Cancun with her boyfriend and hawking those multi-colored leggings all over the Internet, apparently. You know, priorities.”
“Unfuckingbelievable.” He looked around the house then said, “Nana would have helped.”
“Yes, she would have.” I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of my grandmother before my thoughts shifted to my mother again. “As for Patricia, I don’t want her with me anyway. Having to deal with her would be like taking care of two babies. ”
“She should still have the decency to offer help, even if you refused.”
“I agree.”
He scratched his head. “I forgot to bring my coffee with me. Do you have any lying around?”
“Actually, I stopped drinking coffee fusion when I found out I was pregnant. The withdrawal was killer. I do have some half-caf in the cupboard.”
“I guess that’ll have to do for now.” He glanced over at Bea. “You don’t think all that fusion did anything to her, do you?”
“You mean why her sleeping is erratic?”
“I feel guilty getting you hooked on that shit. Neither of us knew what was going on.”
“Don’t even. It wasn’t your fault. Look at her. She’s fine.”
He rubbed his chin and grinned. “Yeah. She seems alright.”
“I’m gonna try to put her upstairs in the crib. Then, I’ll come down and make some coffee.”
“I’ve got it,” Justin said.
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
After I put Bea down, Justin was preparing two mugs when I returned to the kitchen.
“Still take cream and sugar?” he asked.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“How is she?”
“Sleeping like a baby.”
“Good.” He slid my mug toward me.
I took a sip and asked the question I’d been dying to. “Why didn’t Jade come with you?”
“She’s got a regular role in a new musical called The Alley Cats. She can’t leave the city.”
“She’s not coming at all?”
“I’m not sure.”
“How long are you staying?”
He stirred his coffee and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Dread filled me. Justin had only been here one day, and I was already sad for the day he’d be leaving me alone again.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.”
We drank coffee in silence until I noticed Justin staring down at my breasts.
Coughing, he asked, “Did you spill coffee on yourself?”
I looked down and sure enough, breast milk was leaking from my nipples, forming two giant wet spots. “Shit. No. I’m leaking milk. I’d go change, but it’s just gonna happen again until she wakes up.”
“Jesus. I’m so glad I’m not a woman.”
God. I’m glad you’re not a woman, too.
“Welcome to my life.” When he continued to look down, I joked, “You don’t have to look. My eyes are up here.”
“Your tits are massive. You have to know that.”
“Oh, I’m quite aware. It’s a supply and demand issue. The more she drinks—which is all the time—the more I make. It’s all she wants to do when she’s awake.”
“I can’t say I blame her.”
I knew my face was turning red. What was happening to me? I couldn’t be a walking zombie on no sleep and deal with this infatuation again. I didn’t even feel sexy anymore. Nevertheless, I was falling right back into the pattern of lusting after this man.
“Well, even though my breasts are bigger, I’ve lost weight.”
“Oh, I noticed. You haven’t been eating?”
“Not as well as I should. I force myself to eat cheese sticks and raw vegetables, but I’m generally too drained to cook anything substantial.”
“When was the last time you had a home-cooked meal?”
“Can’t even remember. The only times I’ve bothered to cook is when the neighbor brings me seafood from the dock.”
“What neighbor?”
“Roger.”
“Roger.”
“Yes. He moved into the house that was vacant last summer. You know, the blue one?”
“Really…” He glared at me. “What else does he bring you?”
“Coffee sometimes.”
“Let me guess. He’s single.”
“Yes…divorced, but he’s just a friend. He’s been helpful. He actually assembled the crib for me.”
“Right. Of course he did. No guy does that shit without an ulterior motive, Amelia.”
“Not every guy’s the same.”
“And not every fucking girl looks like you. Trust me, that guy is waiting in the wings. Just be aware of that and be cautious.”
Feeling hot from the compliment, I cleared my throat. “Well, it wouldn’t matter if he had ulterior motives or not. Clearly, I’m in no condition to be with a man. I can’t even bathe half the time.”
“You shouldn’t be letting strange men into this house so easily. You’re in a very