Malachi was undressing. He was like a proud Greek God, unashamed of his glorious physique. In the earlier part of our relationship, there was a time when he couldn’t get his hands off me. Now that I am pregnant---he’d barely touch me. Mal’s reasons are logical. He didn’t want to hurt the baby. I explained to him that there’s more than intercourse to show affection. There’s cuddling and other forms of affection. I got lucky twice or thrice after a lot of attempts, but in the last month? Nada, zero.
“Please choose a nice suit. And oh, one more thing. I might be out olate tonight. Don’t wait up.” He reminded me. After showering, Mal closed the distance between us and I leaned in for a kiss, but he lowered his head and kissed my bulging belly instead. “Take care of my kid, okay? That should be easy, you’re a nurse and you're just staying at home.”
"What?" I don't know what to feel first, to be surprised or offended or both.