The light blue fabric of my brother's couch is soft and comfortable as I stretch out on it. I need to enjoy this now because with a new baby on the way, I worry what will be on this piece of furniture when dirty diapers enter into the equation. My white plain t-shirt inches up and I stuff it into my fleece pajama pants.
I've been forced to leave work a little earlier each day to avoid the black Escalade sitting out front. I can't be certain it's there for me since I haven't seen Jake in the driver's seat, but I don't want to take my chances. At ten after five, I didn't expect Rebecca or Ben to be home already, but Rebecca met me at the door when I walked in a few minutes ago.
She's making noise in the kitchen, but besides the quick hello as I passed coming through the front door, we have
