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Up until now, I hadn’tbeen listening to Charlie and his in depth conversation with Logan, who I’msurehad no clue what he was talking about. I didn’t wantany part of that conversation so I continued to read regardless of Jamesonbreathing down my neck. It seemed like a better idea then listening to Charlieand Logan.

When I got to the partthat talked about the baby kicking and that we could start to feel it soon,Jameson craned his neck forward to look at me.

“Have you felt thatbaby kick?” His eyes excited. I stared at him for a moment, the morning lightcoming in from the small window beside us highlighted his stubble over his jaw.

“No...notyet,” I lied.

I had my reasoning. Whenhe felt it, I wanted Jameson to think he’d felt the baby for the first timebecause like I said, there will be many things in our child’s life that he willunfortunately miss. Feeling our child move was an experience I wanted him tohave.

His hand immediatelywent to my stomach but of course, our stubborn child did nothing but lay thereon my bladder like a blob.

Logan, who’d beenwhining about food for the last hour, finally got on Charlie’s nerves enough.

“ListenLogan!”Charlie yelled, his voice echoed throughout the cabin. “You’re a tornado ofbullshit right now. We’ll talk again when your bullshit dies down.”

Logan naturally threwhimself into his mom’s arms crying.

Jameson and I laughed.

Charlie glared. “Youtwo just wait!”

When the plane landedat Charlotte Douglas International Airport, we made our way over to Jameson’sMustang that was waiting for him. I was relieved that it only had two seats.The rest of the terrible tagalongs took an SUV together to their hotel for thenight.

I went to the bathroombefore we got in the car, but ten minutes into the drive, I had to pee again.

“I have to pee.” Iannounced when Jameson pulled onto the highway.

“Seriously?” he groanedglancing sideways at me, His Oakley sunglasses slid down his nose. “You’re notserious, are you?”

“Yes.” I smiled,distracted briefly by those damn sunglasses and how the black contrasted thegreen in his eyes.

“Can’t you wait? Holdit.”

“Can’t,” I was startingto sound like a spoiled child who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Yes you can.”

“No...I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” And nowJameson was starting to sound like a father.

“No,” I shook my head.“I really can’t.” I began bouncing my legs in my seat much like Emma did when wewere camping, which wasn’t helping my problem with needing to pee.

“Sway,” he sighed.“Just wait.”

“Jameson.” I sighedjust as dramatically.

“We’ll be there in afew minutes.”

“How much do you likethis car?”

“A lot, why?” His eyesscrutinized me.

“Cause I peed.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep,”