After I retrieved my bag, I rushed to the bathroom but I couldn't help but think that I might have seen Alexis rubbing her belly. It was so goddamn adorable how she dropped her hand when I walked in.
I freshened up and changed into a fresh pair of underwear and the silk pajamas I had packed in. I let my wet hair down and looked at myself through the mirror. What was I going to do about Alexis?
I huffed a breath and played with the tips of my hair as I contemplated leaving the bathroom. Why was I even panicking? It was just a woman.
Yeah, a woman you got drunk with, married and got pregnant, then got an annulment with, my conscious said.
Ugh!
I grabbed the overnight bag and joined Alexis in her room. She was indeed, reading a book, seated on the bed, biting at her thumb while her eyebrows were furrowed. She looked cute. Like a kindergartener trying to focus on their skewed drawing.
