“Totally kidding,” he says, although I can’t tell if he really is.
“But when do they start eating baby food?” I ask. I figure I need to
learn this stuff before giving birth.
“Around four months,” Allysa says with a yawn. She drops her fork
and leans back in her chair, rubbing her eyes.
“You want me to keep her at my place tonight so you guys can get a
full night of sleep?”
Allysa says, “No, it’s fine,” at the same time Marshall says, “That
would be awesome.”
I laugh. “Really. I live right downstairs. I don’t work tomorrow so if
I don’t get any sleep tonight I can just sleep in tomorrow.”
Allysa looks like she’s contemplating it for a moment. “I could
leave my cell phone on in case you need me.”
I look back down at Rylee and grin. “Did you hear that? You get to
have a sleepover with Aunt Lily!”
- • •
With everything Allysa is throwing in her diaper bag, it looks like I’m
about to take Rylee on a trip across the country. “She’ll let you know
when she’s hungry. Don’t use the microwave to heat the milk, just put
it in.. .”
“I know,” I interrupt. “I’ve made her like fifty bottles since she’s
been alive.”
Allysa nods and then walks over to her bed. She drops the diaper
bag down beside me. Marshall is in the living room feeding Rylee one
last time, so Allysa lies down beside me on the bed while we wait. She
props her head up on her hand.
“Do you know what this means?” she asks.
“No. What?”
“I get to have sex tonight. It’s been four months.”
I crinkle up my nose. “I didn’t need to know that.”
She laughs and falls down on her pillow, but then sits straight up.
“Shit,” she says. “I should probably shave my legs. I think it’s been
four months since I did that, too.”
I laugh, but then I gasp. My hands move quickly to my stomach.
“Oh my God! I just felt something!”