10 days of construction and the addition to the farmhouse was complete. The way the rooms were angled in the addition left space for a heater in the center of the addition. They had months before a heat system would need to be added, and that would be on the agenda for early fall. The rooms were not huge, but they would shelter everyone, each single and couple would have their own space. The rooms extended off the living room and were triangular at either end of the addition so their doors would open to the heat system in the middle. Center rooms were square. Day eleven was moving day. In addition to their routine chores, they would make time to rearrange themselves within the house, moving their beds and belongings.
Meal times were also rearranged. A light breakfast was served, then lunch was the big meal, then supper was light. They found they needed refueling at lunch time. Famished from working on the farm in a field or on a project, lunchtime was when they were hungriest. It was also easiest on Luz, who rolled right from breakfast to preparing lunch with Kelly's help, then into their supper on her own. She spent the majority of her day preparing or cleaning up from a meal. It was the most time consuming work, but the lightest work they had. Luz wasn't unhappy, but she wasn't happy either. She was in fact bored out of her mind.
They enjoyed their mid day meal with talk of the completed rooms and how nice the addition looked. They congratulated Tom and his team on another amazing job well done. By the finish of the meal, Julia helped Luz clean up and told them all to go choose their rooms. Jay sat at the table eating more of Luz's homemade bread. No one seemed to want to move at first.
"Which room do you want Julia?"
"We'll take whatever's left. There's room enough for everyone." She replied.
"Jules, they offered first choice." Jay sighed, knowing which room he would have chosen.
"Not important. A bed is a bed." She shrugged.
Luz agreed, "We're grateful to have a bed and a roof, Jayson. A lot of people are not as lucky."
"I gotta give it to you, Julia. When you and Tom decided on this place, I wasn't feeling it. But you guys saw the possibilities."
"Tom's vision, Jay. Not mine. This is all him."
"The field of dreams, Julia." Jay said.
"Well, I'll take the credit for that. But I had a lot of help."
Once everyone chose a room and Julia and Jay finished helping Luz, they went to see which room they were left. Julia wanted to be surprised, she hadn't been surprised in a long time and she felt like she used to on Christmas morning awaiting a present to open.
She had her notebook and figured out which room belonged to which person or couple. They occupied room 8 of the new addition. The room to the right of the entrance from the living room. The door opened out not in so she'd have room for her small desk and their dresser. Above the bed there were hooks for their guns. There was a shuddered window on a chain, so when it opened out it was easy to shut. The screen to attach over the window was leaning against the wall. Julia opened their window and applied the screen. She brought the desk in and waited while Jay and Chess moved the furniture in, a bed and a dresser. She went outside to the barn and retrieved her box from the box truck. She carried it inside the through the addition's outside entrance. Her neighbor's set up their rooms and moved their belongings. Julia started with her pictures, tacking up each one above her desk. She sat the bear on to of the dresser. All her books she stacked on the dresser as well as all her notebooks.
"Is there room for me in here, babe?" Jay asked as he watched her set up her things.
"Sure, did you bring any stuff?"
"The big screen TV and the Xbox? I'll set it up later." He laughed. "You're my stuff, Julia."
"Oh, you know what? I bet if we had more solar power, then we'd be able to run an Xbox."
"Babe, if I want to play with a gun, I can go outside now."
"Oh, true. I suppose."
Jay looked at her pictures. He plucked one off the wall. "This is my favorite picture of us." He pointed out, looking at the 4x6 printout photo. It was taken last summer, after they got back together, a selfie that he took with his phone. He was tanned and she was sunburned after a day in the yard with the kids. Both of them were smiling like their past had never happened, like no one ever got hurt. Her red hair was down around her face in tight curls from the pool. He had on his mirrored sun glassed, holding her against his bare chest. It was a fun day with the kids. That hot and humid late August day, they were happy, had been working through things.
"Mine too, Jay. It's a shame we can't take pictures anymore."
"Hey, maybe that's why we have Kelly?"
"Yeah, she could draw us a selfie." Julia laughed. "So, Jay, who got our room?"
"Tavin and Kelly." He answered, seeing her disappointment. "They offered you first pick."
"Eh, I wanted to be surprised." She sighed. "And boy am I surprised. I Like this though. It's cozy and we have our privacy back. We all do. It's been so long since we had our own space. A place we can go without anyone else's eyes on us or any intrusions. I like this little corner of the world."
Julia set up her toiletries, lined the shoes beneath the bed. Her box was empty and her stuff all sitting neatly, she thought a moment and looked at Jay. "Where's Caleb's books, Jayson?"
"Huh? You burned them."
"No, I didn't Jayson. Where are the books?"
"Julia. the day we burned Callie's-the day you got sick. You brought that stuff to me and we burned it. You said you didn't need it anymore."
"Why would I do that?"
"You got sick that night. You don't remember?"
"There's a lot I don't remember, Jay."
"You said you were done with those books, Julia."
"I just forgot is all."
"You were sick enough to die on us. Julia, I'm sure there's a few memories that were fried."
"Wow, I have no memory of that day. Just what you told me."
"I won't remind you then." He said. Julia pulled her boots on, then began lacing them up. "Where you going?"
"The field. I've been planting. You've been building."
"You can't do that alone. It's too much."
"Come with me then. Get dirty."
"You said we could chill all afternoon. No more work for today." He reminded her as he pulled a hoodie on over his head. He put his gun and knife on his person as well.
They worked a row each, planting corn seed after corn seed till their fingers hurt. Crawling along churned up earth rows on hands and knees. It was tedious and boring work. It drove Jay nuts, but Julia was tense throughout. Every once in a while she'd cuss or whine about her hands, but she pushed onward. "We could stop for today." He suggested.
"No, I need this to work. It has to get done, Jay. I need it done."
"We can have everyone out here tomorrow, Julia. It would get done so much faster."
"Each one we plant is one less to worry about."
"I'm not worried."
"Jay, if this doesn't grow we don't eat. It's the difference between living and dying, healthy and unhealthy. It's serious."
"I understand the serious nature of your corn field. But twelve hours won't make a difference at the end."
It made a difference to Julia at that time. She wanted to avoid scavenging for food scraps in the dead of winter. She wanted self sufficiency and an order to life that even though it was hard at times, it was plentiful. It was simple. Get up, work, eat well, go to be and be surrounded by family. Jay didn't mind scavenging, but the longer that time wore on, the less they would be able to find that was edible, not spoiled or stale. She didn't want that life for them anymore. She didn't want the risk for them. She only wanted peace.
"Do you think this is still the United States?" Julia asked suddenly, jarring him from his own thoughts.
"Yeah." He answered. "Where else would we be?"
"Does that even exist anymore? The U.S., the government, the states? At what point do we decide it's not that anymore? Is the flag still our flag? Are we still Americans?"
"We are what we were born, Julia?"
"Do you think it's our responsibility to start something completely new? To create a whole new form of government and culture?"
He answered, "I don't want to. We always lived under this illusion that we were free. Julia, I think this is free. The lack of anything governing anyone, that's freedom. It's a simple view of right and wrong. Shit's not so complicated. What's mine is mine and what's yours is yours. If you need help, I can help and if I need help, you can help me. It's as simple as that."
"Till that happens." Julia said, acknowledging the walkers that were stuck on their spikes at the fence at the far end of their farm. "I'm sick of seeing their fucked up faces. I'm sick of thinking that may be one of us one day."
"Well, as long as we can prevent it, then we won't be." Jay said, rising to his feet. He stabbed them, giving them their second and final death, then gave each a kick off the spike that pierced them.
Julia stood up from her hands and knees. Stretching her legs. "Jay, do you think I'm immune now that I have been sick and recovered?"
"I don't know." He answered simply. "Is this the shit you sit thinking about?"
"Yes, Jay. All day every day. I have ideas churning through my mind. Thoughts like that. You don't?"
"I focus on the task at hand. I don't worry about that stuff. I don't try to sort that stuff out either."
"Why?"
"Because it doesn't matter. What matters is day to day, keeping us alive from day to day. That's all."
"Ok. I can't let that other stuff go though, the bigger picture."
"The picture for us doesn't exist outside this place. It's here. It's what we create. No more and no less."
"So there's no room for anything else. Now that we're here, we stall in life, no room to branch out, have anything of our own. We're staying here in this prison we've created for ourselves forever."
"Isn't that what you wanted? You plan on picking us up and moving us again sometime? Cause I want to have a place I can consider home."
"Don't you want a life outside of living? Cause we're just living and breathing now. What about a life, Jay? Should we stop wishing and dreaming now? Is this good enough?"
"This is the dream, Julia. It's what I have always wanted. A simple life. A clean house, the kids safe. What I always wanted was the basics. I have the basics."
"Eat, sleep, fuck, work. That's all physical. What about the mental?"
"That's why we have weed."
"God, Jayson. Are you serious?"
"What do you want then? To go out there and save the world? Kill every last infected person? Form a new world order? See how that worked out?"
"I was thinking a community, Jayson."
"You weren't a real social person before. You said yourself you don't like other people and you want to build a community?"
"Of people that work together so that no one has to suffer and no one has to worry about safety and fear the unknown."
"Outside of us..."
"You know there are others out there starving. If those people could do what we are attempting to do-"
"Julia, they would if they came up with the ideas like we did. If they thought about it."
"Jay, hungry people, people that are not safe, with children, will do things that comfortable people wouldn't. It would diminish our threats and assist us with any threats that may come our way in the future. Living or dead. You know there are others out there just like us. People on the Green Streets of the world."
"You want to go out looking for them?"
"No, Jay, but we should have something in mind for if they come to us. If we come across people that are in a similar situation. Like at the hotel. We fed that family, refueled their car."
"We don't have room for that. And how do we trust people enough to allow them to live with us?"
"Jay, we use our brains and our gut instincts. We don't have room? We all slept in a room, 6 of us for how since we got here?"
"It wasn't a choice. Julia. There were bodies everywhere."
Julia and Jay left the field for the day, holding dirty hands. "Are you gonna miss rooming with Jess?"
"I know where she lives." Julia said, picking a spear off the rack that hung near the coop. He followed suit, taking one as well.
They started at the front fence and started the perimeter check. They walked post to post the entire length of the farm, corner to corner. Even if there were no dead clinging to their fence, they had to inspect it for any gaps, any breaks, any weak areas. It was of utmost importance that the perimeter check be done in its entirety. They killed the dead as they went with the knife end of the tool then flipped it to push the dead away from the fence or off the spike on which they impaled themselves. Twice a week they collected the bodies of the dead and burned them in a pile on the land outside the perimeter of the farm. A dead bonfire that burned at night so no smoke could or would be seen in the sky. By morning the fire extinguished itself. She hadn't done a perimeter check in a while, busy with other chores and projects. She followed Jay's lead with the fence inspection. Anything that needed fixing they'd alert Tom and the fence would be immediately repaired.
When they arrived back at the first post, Julia looked across the road at the open field. Empty. "If we had some help, we could plant there. Build another quarters over there." Julia pointed. "I'd like to do something here, out front." Julia added pointing to the road not too far from their spot on the yard.
"Not today you won't." He said, taking her by the hand back to the coop. The replaced the spears on their rack.
"Wanna get cleaned up? Get something to eat, pop a bottle of wine, and hide away in our room. Just me and you, alone."
Julia wasn't fond of wine as far as prime choices for alcohol consumption. It went down slower and the dull, sour taste turned her off. It was a slow swim into drunk as opposed to a dive head first into the pool of inebriation. She wished to be somewhere along the scale between drunk and senseless. As she drank, before the alcohol spoiled her blood, she tossed around the idea of sobriety. What if something were to happen serious that needed tending to or if the shit hit the fan and started blowing their way, should any group member be inebriated at all ever? Drinking became a fingers crossed game to be played with circumstances of the outside world. It'll just have to hold up for one night. Can the apocalypse be placed on hold for selfish reasons when it couldn't be placed on hold for serious reasons? Wine buzzed her, which she had to live with. One of life's petty annoyances when the vodka well ran dry.
"I want to go to the library again." Julia said suddenly, drawing Jay's attention from the pale and slight curves of her nudity. "I have an idea."
"I hate your ideas. It always means more work."
"For Chess. Not you. It's right up his alley, babe." She said, shifting beneath his weight.
"Where you going?" He asked.
"More wine, Jay." She answered, reaching for her bottle.
He watched as she stretched, her ribs bare beneath her skin as she reached for the bottle. Her bones, he realized, as he watched her walk. Julia didn't look bad, but she looked bony. Pelvis jutting out beneath her flesh, her clavicles, the spine protruding from her neck to her ass.
"You need to eat more." He said, poking at her pelvis.
"Want some?" She asked, offering the bottle.
"No. I don't."
"I don't like this either." She slurred slightly, sucking down some of the wine. "And my idea is a still. A real live alcohol brewing still. Out there." Julia pointed. "Moonshine."
"He never made moonshine before."
"So we need more information."
"Why didn't you move us into the library?"
"It would be easier, yeah."
"Bring your bones over here." He said reaching for her.
Julia handed him the bottle, though he didn't want any. She watched him finish it. She crawled into bed and lay beside him, finally feeling good and numb. She sucked the last drops the bottle held then flicked her tongue around the lip of the bottle. "Hey, think this would fit in there?" She asked, handing it back to him.
"Like a toy?"
"Like a toy, yeah." She grinned. She watched him head downward, his mouth on her while the bottle neck moved smoothly inside her for a bit, then he stopped moving it.
"Uh, babe." He said, holding the bottle in his hand, giving it a tug. "It's stuck in there."
"Bullshit." She laughed, placing her hands around the bottle. She pulled a bit. "Jay, what the hell?"
Jay thought this was funny when she clearly did not. He laughed and pulled a bit harder, but it was an uncomfortable feeling. She stopped him when she felt like he was pulling too hard.
"Jay, what do we do?"
"Well, this is weird." He laughed, getting out of bed. He pulled his jeans on.
"Where-where are you going?"
"To the library. Is there a book on this?"
"Funny, Jayson." She laughed. "I need the ER. Jay, no, we can fix this. Try again, babe."
Jay woke his brother from a sound sleep. "I need your help. Get up."
"Doing what?" He asked, getting out of his warm bed. He pulled on a pair of sweats then followed Jay to his room.
He saw Julia laying in bed, covered up with a blanket. "Red, what's wrong?" He asked sleepily.
"Close the door." She whispered.
"Is this some kinky thing you thought up?" He asked, looking at them strangely. "Cause I don't-I'm tired-and I-."
"We have a medical issue. It's embarrassing, but we don't know what to do."
"Well, you are drunk. Again."
"Even sober we'd have trouble with this one." Jay said, stifling a laugh.
"Show me."
"It's embarrassing, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone in this house, Tavin, I swear...."
"Show me." He said, cutting her off. She gradually started pulling the blanket over her legs. "Are you showing me your-"
Jay yanked the blanket up, exposing her.
"Is that a wine bottle? Julia, you have a fucking problem." Tavin accused her.
"Do I have a fucking problem or a fucking problem?"
"Both, you're sick. The two of you." He said. "Did you try pulling it out?"
"Duh, why didn't we think of that?" Jay said, rolling his eyes.
Tavin tugged on the green glass a bit. He tried a bit harder.
"You're going to pull out my insides." Julia said.
"How about we lube her up?"
"I wasn't dry to begin with. It felt good until this." Julia explained.
"So it formed a suction." He guessed. He stared a bit longer, tried pulling a bit longer, thinking of a solution all the while. "I don't know." He answered.
"Get it out."
"Break the suction." He suggested. "Did you try getting your fingers in there with it? See if it'll budge?" Tavin tried getting a finger past the neck of the bottle, but couldn't stretch her enough to get his fingers in with the bottle. Julia laid back, staring at the ceiling uncomfortably while they both hands their hands prodded her nether region. "Try getting her wet? Maybe it'll budge it?"
"I was. It didn't budge."
"We have to break the suction." He reminded her.
"We can't break the suction." She argued.
"Then we break the bottle." He shrugged, walking into the house from their room. He returned with a hammer and a towel, which terrified her at that moment. "Lay on the floor." He ordered.
"I do not want shards of glass in my vagina." She gasped, refusing to get out of her spot.
"You people came and got me for a reason. Lay on the floor or we'll lay you there."
Jay helped her scoot to the floor where she lay spread eagled and nervous. Jay added some more light and watched Tavin wrap the towel around the bottle. She closed her legs. "Jay, hold her legs open."
"No, I don't wanna do this." Julia said, trying to scoot away.
"Jay, hold her down."
Jay hesitated but listened to his brother. She struggled against his weight, but settled down when the tears started. Tavin took a whack at the base of the bottle, listening to her cry and watching Jay's reaction. He struck it again, worrying about her anatomy as the bottle cracked and broke. He unwrapped the towel and carefully remove the neck, trying to avoid cutting her or his hand on the chunks of glass.
"It's out." Tavin said relieved. "Are you alright? Jay, let her up."
Julia felt Jay's weight shift off her, releasing her arms and legs. He helped her to her feet.
"Let's not do this again." Tavin lectured them. "And you have a drinking problem, Red. You need to work on that."
"We were having sex, Tavin. It was an accident."
Tavin folded up the towel, containing the glass inside.
"It could have happened to anyone." Julia argued.
"Red, use this like a normal girl." He said, tossing her the hairbrush from the top of her dresser.
"What the hell? It's a hair brush."
Tavin took the brush and turned it over. "The handle. Kell's been using once since she was 12, Red."
Julia looked at the handle of her brush, "Oh, I woulda never thought of that. I never fucked anything when I was 12. I never touched myself till...well, that's not important. Thanks. No more bottles."
Tavin kicked their door shut on his way out. Jay took the brush off her, set it back on top of the dresser. "Didn't touch yourself till when?"
"I hadn't thought of it till he mentioned Kelly and the hair brush."
"What's 'it'?"
"The first time I touched myself I was thinking of a girl. A crush really and it was in my head so it didn't really matter, right?"
"Who was it?"
"I was still in 5th grade. Her name was Rachel. I was literally obsessed with Rachel. Wow, I haven't thought of her in so long."
"What was so special about her?"
"Wow, Jay, I started out liking chicks." Julia said a little surprised with herself. "Rachel was this kid, a tomboy. She ran like a boy, played rough like a boy. She was cool. She was pretty too. Like short brown hair, brown eyes, always tan. Italian maybe? I did everything I could to make friends with her. Liked the same things, played the same sports, talked to her whenever I could."
"What happened to her?"
"She moved before junior high, so I don't know." She paused. "A brush, wow, you know I would have never thought of that. It would have made life so much easier." She laughed. "You know what?"
"What's that?"
"I'm going to need a bigger brush."
"We gonna finish what we started?"
"You finished like three times already, lover boy. And we have an early morning."
"Come on. We're awake, in our own room, and I wanna test the brush out."
"We still have an early morning."
The next three days were spent planting endless rows of seeds. Any spare hands in the house were in the soil. By the time they were finished, their fingers were cramped and raw and dirt was under their nails. Some spent more time than others. Hayley and Kevin, Cassidy and Doug made it their mission in life to finish the rows. "What's next on the agenda now that we're finished?"
"Uh, you're all finished, but me? I'm now going to obsess over it. You all wait."
"That's all? We wait?"
"Yes. There will be more stuff to do. For right now, we wait. I'll manage the progress and document everything. Take the afternoon off until it's time for your regular chores."
Her family dispersed and head back for rest. She and Jay joined Chess for perimeter checks. Post to post, the entirety of their grounds.
Julia walked ahead, listening to them chat behind her. They weren't out of ear shot, though the 2 clearly thought they were, as Julia heard Jay mentioning alcohol and drinking and the middle of the night, the ideas Julia comes up with.
"You know, Jay, I'm standing right here." She yelled at him, turning to face the boys behind her. "I asked Tav not to say anything and here you go running your mouth."
"What? Babe, are you deaf? We're talking about the still idea, making our own moonshine."
"Oh, well, uh, that's good."
"Julia, what did you think we were talking about?" Chess asked
"Something else obviously. So, what did you think of the idea?"
"All fucking for it." He answered. "I'll do it. I'll try it out."
"Great." She smiled.
"What she think we were talking about, Jay?" Chess asked again.
Jay was quiet, thinking, "Come on, can I please tell him?"
"It's private, Jayson."
"But your brother knows, right?"
"It was a medical issue. No biggie."
"Alright, whatever."
Kelly set the lunch table with silverware, plates and cups. Next the water pitcher, each cup filled, then she moved onto the kids' table. Silverware, plates, and cups. Next the water pitcher, each cup filled. It took all of five minutes from her day. She preferred to have the children under her wing, practicing their numbers and letters. The elder boys practicing their math. She wondered when they oldest would be taken from her and taken to the outside world of work. There was only so much she'd be able to teach them. Tavin approached, having come inside from his work. He leaned behind her, kissing her neck softly.
"Hello, love."
"Hello, love. How's your day?"
"Fixed a couple spots on the fence, keeping the dead out and away from this fine body." He answered, embracing her around her waist. He rocked her back and forth, continuing to kiss her neck. "Moved the dead from the fence to the pile at the end of the field."
"Can I watch this time, Tavin? I'd like to watch them burn."
"That's not for your eyes." He said.
"I was sick again this morning. Upset stomach, vomiting."
"You think we're finally pregnant?"
"I wish there was a way to know for sure." She sighed. "The suspense is killing me. But I had another dream and I think it's real this time."
"Ok, we'll know for sure when your period doesn't come." He held her awhile longer, thinking how far from ready they would be in these uncertain times to have an infant. "Where are the kids?"
"iPad time. Tom charged them up for us last night."
"We have some time then. Where are they? Upstairs?" He asked, leading Kelly to the steps. They sneaked quietly upstairs, closing the door to their room.
"We don't have much time."
"I'll be quick. I want to make love to you." He grinned, pulling her pants down as he bent her over their bed.
As Tavin made love to her she thought of how often he needed to take her to bed. They started in the morning with her on her knees, having learned a variety of ways to please him with her hands and mouth. They sneaked another time in after lunch usually then before evening meeting. Sometimes they'd make love in the evening at bedtime. Then there were days where he restricted her on purpose, teasing her with kisses and touch then making her wait till after evening meeting and they'd spend hours in the dark making their bed creak. Tavin made her feel amazingly in love. As the months had passed since their move he'd forbidden her from returning to Julia's bed. He was strictly against it. What he'd initially agreed to wholeheartedly and without doubt had ended with the one night they'd spent getting very dirty together. He also restricted her alcohol use. He gave her all she needed. Time, companionship, and love. If he was sober, then so was she. They talked for hours, Tavin telling her his deepest secrets and his desires. He was strong and gentle. A man. Kelly loved her man. He loved her enough to marry her, but who would marry them? It was a rite performed in front of God by a pastor and they didn't have anyone to do that. When he finished making love to her, they redressed and then he held her a while, kissing her, telling her he loved her.
"What's she doing out here?" Chess asked as he readied to torch the bodies.
"She talked me into this." Tavin answered, holding Kelly's hand. Kelly looked up at him, her pretty brown eyes flickered in the torch light.
"I have my ways, don't I?" She giggled, holding up his hand to kiss it. He put his arm around her shoulders and watched as Chess lit them up.
"It's for the art." Tavin reminded her.
"Yes, my love, for the art."
Kelly observed the fire as it crept over the distorted and mangled bodies, the way the flames melted the clothes or caught them on fire. She studied how the skin deformed, charred. The odor affected her more than she thought it would. That's when they decided to leave.
Kelly worked in her spare time on her version of the dead bonfire. She sketched in black and white, then added a blast of color here and there. She wished she could sketch the smell. The dead already stunk to the heavens, but when they burned it added a gut twisting new odor. She kept most of her art private. No one asked to see it, except for Tavin. She'd gone upstairs after dinner, having reassigned the dish duty to someone else. She sat in her chair by the window, feet propped on the sill.
"Hey, Kell." He said, closing the door behind him. "You still working on the bonfire sketch?"
"Yes." She answered. "Almost finished. I don't know if you will like this one. If you want to burn it, you can. But it's what I think about."
"I know your artwork helps you with your fear and I'm all for it."
"Well, come see." She said, setting her pencil on the sill with all the others. Tavin stood next to her, looking over the sketch. He could appreciate the likeness to the real thing. How she sketched from memory like that was beyond him. He wished he was as talented. Definitely gory. He nodded his head, liking it, then walked away.
"Are you ever going to draw pretty flowers, Kelly?"
"I don't think about or dream about pretty flowers." She paused, then nervously asked him the question that pressed in her mind. "What did you think?"
"Did you have to put our faces on the bodies? It's morbid, Kelly."
"Yes, I did. It's how it came to me."
"I'm fine with it then." He smiled.
In the morning he awoke to Kelly vomiting in the trash can. Again. He watched as she hurled and complained about feeling disgusting. She took a drink of water, swished it around her mouth, then spit it in the trash can. She crawled into bed, between the warm blankets against his hard body. His muscled arms wrapped around her, guided her back against his chiseled chest. His entire body was a solid mass.
"Kelly, I think you're pregnant." He yawned.
"I think so. No period yet. I'm overdue, Tavin."
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