busied herself with the task of taking Gitana's blood pressure.
"Good, it's one-twenty over eighty." Then she looked in Gitana's ears.
"What exacdy are you looking for?" She sipped her coffee.
"I'm not certain, but if something appears different we can immediately go to the doctor. I think it's a sound plan," Chase said.
"Like what exacdy would look different? My eardrum would suddenly go missing?" She bit into her cold toast and eyed Chase suspiciously.
"You're not being very cooperative. In fact, I sense hostility."
"We used to make love in the morning, now we check vital signs." Gitana pursed her lips.
"Oh. Well, I can remedy that. It's all right?" Chase asked, having not researched about pregnancy and having sex.
"Yes." Gitana put her toast down.
Chase kissed her and unbuttoned her pajama top. The soft blue fabric fell away from Gitana's shoulders.
"We can do health care and body care," Chase said as she kissed Gitana's stomach.
"I'll agree to that, but you have to tell me one thing," she said, as she pulled Chase's T-shirt over her head.
"Anything." She slipped off Gitana's pajama bottoms and kissed her inner thigh.
"Are the coffee cups smaller?"
Chase murmured something as her tongue ran around Gitana's soft pink folds. Gitana moaned and Chase figured she no longer cared about the size of coffee cups.
Later that afternoon, Chase searched her closet for some decent clothes. Finally, she managed to locate a pair of black rayon trousers and a green dress shirt. After further rummaging and a variety of choice swear words, she found her Italian leather dress shoes. Had she known it would take this long to find an outfit she would have began earlier. She fixed her hair, giving it a good brush job, removing most of the snarls. If she could ever decide which of the seven lesbian hairstyles most suited her she would immediately go to a stylist and get the whole snarly mess cut off. Then she could be more comfortable and hip, but she couldn't make up her mind so she tried to remember to brush her hair more often and purchased high quality hair conditioners.
Satisfied with her appearance, she left the bathroom and took a quick peek in the nursery. Lacey had done a great job. The walls were a pale yellow and the baby furniture sky blue. She'd covered the wood floor with a plush rug with a sunflower border. Above the crib was a mobile of the planets. Toy cubbies, already full of safe but educational toys, ran along one wall. Chase went to the dresser, already full of cute little outfits, and opened the top drawer. She pulled out two burgundy boxes each containing a simple white gold ring. She studied the ring meant for Gitana.
"This is for you," she said, addressing the yet-to-be-born, Bud. "I'm not much of a conformist—so this is really hard for me." She wondered how many one-sided conversations she was going to have with her baby. "So I hope you appreciate the gravity of the situation."
She must remember not to tell her shrink about these conversations. She could only imagine what Dr. Robicheck would say. She didn't want any more information than was necessary on the yellow legal pad resting ominously on the doctor's knee.
She gave the dogs a biscuit and checked to make sure all the gates were locked—got to the garage and had to go back and check it all over again because she couldn't remember if she'd done it. Her medication wasn't helping her with her focusing problem. Dr. Robicheck had suggested meditation. She was supposed to find a class. It was low on her list of priorities. She'd have to remedy that before her next session or come up with a damn good excuse. She managed to get to the road before the panic attack hit. The car jostled so much on the dirt road that she couldn't pull up the call list registry on her cell phone. She stopped in the middle of the road and called Lacey as her neighbor Rusty came up behind her in his
"Good, it's one-twenty over eighty." Then she looked in Gitana's ears.
"What exacdy are you looking for?" She sipped her coffee.
"I'm not certain, but if something appears different we can immediately go to the doctor. I think it's a sound plan," Chase said.
"Like what exacdy would look different? My eardrum would suddenly go missing?" She bit into her cold toast and eyed Chase suspiciously.
"You're not being very cooperative. In fact, I sense hostility."
"We used to make love in the morning, now we check vital signs." Gitana pursed her lips.
"Oh. Well, I can remedy that. It's all right?" Chase asked, having not researched about pregnancy and having sex.
"Yes." Gitana put her toast down.
Chase kissed her and unbuttoned her pajama top. The soft blue fabric fell away from Gitana's shoulders.
"We can do health care and body care," Chase said as she kissed Gitana's stomach.
"I'll agree to that, but you have to tell me one thing," she said, as she pulled Chase's T-shirt over her head.
"Anything." She slipped off Gitana's pajama bottoms and kissed her inner thigh.
"Are the coffee cups smaller?"
Chase murmured something as her tongue ran around Gitana's soft pink folds. Gitana moaned and Chase figured she no longer cared about the size of coffee cups.
Later that afternoon, Chase searched her closet for some decent clothes. Finally, she managed to locate a pair of black rayon trousers and a green dress shirt. After further rummaging and a variety of choice swear words, she found her Italian leather dress shoes. Had she known it would take this long to find an outfit she would have began earlier. She fixed her hair, giving it a good brush job, removing most of the snarls. If she could ever decide which of the seven lesbian hairstyles most suited her she would immediately go to a stylist and get the whole snarly mess cut off. Then she could be more comfortable and hip, but she couldn't make up her mind so she tried to remember to brush her hair more often and purchased high quality hair conditioners.
Satisfied with her appearance, she left the bathroom and took a quick peek in the nursery. Lacey had done a great job. The walls were a pale yellow and the baby furniture sky blue. She'd covered the wood floor with a plush rug with a sunflower border. Above the crib was a mobile of the planets. Toy cubbies, already full of safe but educational toys, ran along one wall. Chase went to the dresser, already full of cute little outfits, and opened the top drawer. She pulled out two burgundy boxes each containing a simple white gold ring. She studied the ring meant for Gitana.
"This is for you," she said, addressing the yet-to-be-born, Bud. "I'm not much of a conformist—so this is really hard for me." She wondered how many one-sided conversations she was going to have with her baby. "So I hope you appreciate the gravity of the situation."
She must remember not to tell her shrink about these conversations. She could only imagine what Dr. Robicheck would say. She didn't want any more information than was necessary on the yellow legal pad resting ominously on the doctor's knee.
She gave the dogs a biscuit and checked to make sure all the gates were locked—got to the garage and had to go back and check it all over again because she couldn't remember if she'd done it. Her medication wasn't helping her with her focusing problem. Dr. Robicheck had suggested meditation. She was supposed to find a class. It was low on her list of priorities. She'd have to remedy that before her next session or come up with a damn good excuse. She managed to get to the road before the panic attack hit. The car jostled so much on the dirt road that she couldn't pull up the call list registry on her cell phone. She stopped in the middle of the road and called Lacey as her neighbor Rusty came up behind her in his
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