Chapter Twelve
Jen
It was a relief to get back to Dylan’s apartment. At least pregnancy yawning gave us an excuse to leave after the ice cream. I loved Mom dearly, but she was a bulldog with projects.
“I wish I had a tub,” he said, hanging up jackets. “You look like you could use a soak.”
I sat on his sofa to remove my shoes. “I’d probably fall asleep and drown. When this sleepiness kicks in, damn.”
He tipped my chin up. “Then how about you change for bed and I give you a back rub?”
“I love you.”
“I know.” He took my hand and I followed into the bedroom. “Brush your teeth and stuff and tell me when you’re ready.” He continued into the closet.
Besides the drawer, I had an overnight bag packed when I came down here for a few days that sat next to one of his stacks of books against th
