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Chapter 81
Saturday morning
I wake up with Dunk's arms wrapped around me. It's really late, but to my surprise Dunk's still asleep. I quietly get out of bed and quickly take a shower. I'm really hungry! I go to the kitchen and begin to make breakfast. I'm not in a very good mood. I'm a bit worried about how Dunk will treat me� Why did I kiss him back last night? I really shouldn't have done that. It was bad enough that I had to stay the night with him. And I hope he won't walk around in his boxers again!
The phone rings. I answer it, it's Fiona!
"Can I maybe come over a bit earlier? I had a meeting, but it's already over, didn't expect it to end so early," she asks me.
"Sure. I'm up and dressed already. Dunk's still asleep I think. But you can come right now if you want," I answer her.
"Thanks! Otherwise I'll have to drive all the way home and later all the way back to you."
"No problem. See you later!"
"Okay, bye."
I go back to making breakfast.
"Good morning hun," I hear Dunk behind me suddenly.
"Hi," I answer.
He's only wearing his boxers! Again! He gives me a hug and a kiss on my cheek. I break the hug as fast as I can and walk away from him, to the fridge. I avoid looking at him.
"Something wrong?" he asks me.
"No."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
"Are you just being a bit grumpy?" he smiles when I turn around at him.
"Yes, I'm grumpy. And hungry. Now will you please get dressed first?" I say with an angry face.
"What did I do wrong?" he calls out offended.
I sit down on a chair next to him and give a deep sigh. He puts his hand on my upper leg and softly strokes it.
"Please don't," I softly say and move my leg.
"What is it?" he asks concerned.
"Nothing. Everything. It's just my hormones because of the pregnancy," I give another deep sigh.
"Tell me."
"Are you sure you wanna know?" I ask and look into his eyes. He nods and takes my hand.
"Please keep your hands off me."
"You've got to tell me what's wrong! One moment everything's okay, and the other moment I can't even touch you!" he calls out frustrated.
"You mean the kiss last night? I'm really sorry. I know it meant a lot to you, but I shouldn't have kissed you back. I'm sorry."
"Yeah I got that impression already just now. But I can't read your mind Iris, you have to tell me what you're feeling!"
"What I'm feeling? I'm feeling h*rny almost 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And you walking around showing your naked body ain't helping!" I call out.
"Oh," he says with a blank face. After a moment of silence I see the expression on his face change.
"Oh!" he says a bit shocked and puts his hand in front of his mouth. He finally realizes what I just said.
"I'm sorry," he says and starts to blush.
"It's not your fault," I smile.
"I won't kiss you anymore, I'll get dressed right away. And start having breakfast, you don't have to wait for me when you're hungry," he quickly says and leaves the kitchen before I can answer.
I place loads of bread and fruit on a plate and take it to the living room. I lie down on the couch and put the plate on my quickly growing bump. I flip through the tv-channels until I suddenly come across a live performance of Blue. I finally get the chance to stare at it uninterrupted. OMG! Looking good! When I hear Dunk coming down the stairs I realize my mouth's hanging open and I quickly close it.
When he comes in with his plate with food, he throws a quick smile at me. I pull up my legs so there's space for him at the couch, but he sits down at a chair further away from me.
"When did you do this performance?" I ask him with my mouth full.
"Last Monday. But you were so tired when we spoke that I didn't tell you," he answers.
"Oh."
"Are you sure you can handle working at the hospital? You always seem so tired."
"I'm not gonna stop! I love it there. And I'm already halfway, only 2 months left. And otherwise I can't graduate in time," I say.
"That's not what I meant. Maybe you can ask for a day off now and than? Or that you start a little later?"
"But I don't want to be treated different than the others!"
"But you �re different! You're pregnant," he carefully says.
"You're right. I'll discuss it," I slowly nod.
We're silent for a while.
"That's why you had a girls weekend like that, isn't it?" he suddenly says. I knew he was thinking of it all the time since I told him.
"Yeah, I told them," I grin.
"So they took you to a stripclub," he says.
"Yes. That's their way of helping me."
"And did it help?" he frowns.
"I don't know," I shrug.
"Did you�" he hesitates.
"Did I what?"
"Get� with a guy?" he asks embarrassed, but still curious. And really jealous too I guess.
"Of course not!" I call out.
"Why of course?" he asks relieved.
"Erm�"
"You're single, it wouldn't have been that weird� knowing what you told me."
"Yeah� you're right. But I didn't even consider it!"
Hmmm� it's kind of weird indeed! Because I think of doing it with Dunk� erm� almost all the time!
