Sweet Nothing: Novel

I only turned on the red lever and left the blue one alone, but the water still wasn’t hot enough to soothe my aching muscles.

I turned off the shower and reached outside the stall to grab a towel, allowing heat to escape so I could breathe. The mirror immediately fogged, the tiny bathroom filling with thick steam.

Dax was waiting outside the bathroom door, his tail wagging wildly as I stepped out onto the linoleum floor.

“You’re going to have to wait a minute,” I warned. I wasn’t looking forward to dragging my ass down the two flights of stairs to let him go to the bathroom.

His head cocked to the side, and I laughed. The thick white cotton of my towel collected water droplets from my skin, immediately leaving goose bumps in their place from the slight nip in the early morning air.

Fall was my favorite time of year, and this fall was going to be the best yet. The sweltering heat had let up enough for Avery to once again drown in my oversize hoodie. I loved the look of her bare legs under my sweatshirt when she woke in the morning to make coffee. Unfortunately, our schedules had shifted again, and I was working mostly nights.

Dax yelped as I wrapped the towel around my waist, shaking my head at how short it was. I would have to get some more of those oversize ones Mrs. Cipriani had given us as a wedding present. Avery used the only two we had and left the tiny ones for me.

“Do you see this?” I pointed to the small pile of towels in the corner as Dax’s tail began to whip harder. “I am not married to you. You can’t tell me what to do.” I padded my way to our bedroom, leaving wet footprints in my path. Grabbing a pair of basketball shorts from the clean laundry basket, I tugged them up over my hips, rolling my neck to the side and closing my eyes as it popped loudly.

“Let’s go.” I followed him from the bedroom, grabbing his leash from the counter and clipping it to his collar before leading him downstairs.

Our newest neighbor was shoving her key in the lock to her apartment, a baby car seat in the other hand and the straps of her wristlet purse between her teeth. She’d only moved into the apartment below us a few weeks before, and her colicky son’s room was directly below our bedroom.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, hurrying to her side. I took the seat handle from her hand, smiling down at the chubby baby inside.

“Thank you.” She batted her faded pink hair from her face and let out a loud, exasperated sigh as her key finally found its way into the lock. She shoved the door open with her shoulder and stepped out of the way so I could enter.

Her place was laid out exactly like mine and Avery’s, but with baby furniture and paraphernalia. It looked like a Babies “R” Us had exploded.

Hope called over her shoulder as she put her purse on the kitchen island. “Thank you so much, Josh. You can just set him down next to his playpen, if you don’t mind.”

I set the carrier on the floor and began to unbuckle the little boy. “How you liking this place?” I asked, smiling down at him.

“It’s a quiet neighborhood.” She laughed. “Well, I guess I’m the loudest one around here. Sorry about that. Toby doesn’t sleep through the night yet.”

“No worries.” I pulled the boy from the seat and stood with him in my arms.

Hope watched me.

“Oh,” I said. “I hope this is okay.”

She smiled. “He likes you.”

I bounced him a bit. I had no clue whether that was the right thing to do or not, but it felt right. “It’s good practice. We hope to be adding a baby to our family soon, too.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised.

“What?” I paced the floor with Toby, bouncing slightly.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought you guys were a casual thing. I don’t see her around much and she’s always running out in the morning.” Her cheeks darkened, embarrassed by how much she knew.

“She works days and I have the night shift at the moment. But Avery’s definitely not casual. She’s my wife.”

“Wife? Congrats.”

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