A Week Passes

“I wonder when I’m going to start showing.”

The odd remark made you turn your head to look at Claire. She had kicked her bedsheets off and you watched as she ran her hands up and down her stomach. The golden light of sunset catching her just right as you were sure you could notice the slightest of curves to her stomach that hadn’t been there before.

“Just google it,” You shrugged dismissively as you again looked up at the roof. The remainder of Claire's pregnancy doing little to pull you out of the funk you had been in since Angela had walked out of your room nearly a week ago.

“You're not still pouting about Angela are you?” Claire asked, turning on her side and draping her arm over your chest. “You tried your best and it didn't work out. Get over it.”

You shrugged off her arm, “it’s not about getting over it.” You began, “I just thought I had actually got through to her, I thought I had…”

“Gotten a new fuck buddy?” Claire cut in with a smile. “Or a new baby mamma?”

You didn’t reply to that, instead of pulling yourself up out of bed.

“I need to go,” You lied as you began to get dressed. “Can’t be out late tonight.”

Claire collapsed into the place you had been and smiled at you as you got dressed.

“I have to admit I didn’t think she would get under your skin this much. Then again, guys can’t resist an innocent lady with big tits.”

You finally turned to face Claire, she wasn’t wrong that Angela had managed to get under your skin. You couldn’t put your finger on why it was exactly but after that last night, you had been looking forward to seeing her at work again. Your mind had raced with all the fun the two of you could have with each other, the mess with Claire and the Pastor slipping from your mind for a single moment.

Yet when you had arrived at work she had avoided you, had treated you like a stranger when you tried to speak to her and when you had tried to even allude to what had gone on she gave you a look that nearly made your hair turn white.

It had been confusing and more than a little hurtful and things hadn’t gotten better as the week had dragged on. So you found yourself spending more and more time with Claire to try and drown your sorrows over Angela's rejection but it hadn’t made you feel any better.

So you slinked off back home and tried to get some sleep and for the first time in a long time, you found yourself no longer looking forward to going to work.