Knock, Chapter 12
You return home from your day spent baby shopping.
On the drive back from the baby store you’re tired enough to fall asleep but too happy to shut your eyes. Instead you find yourself gazing at Simon, strangely mesmerized by the way he’s concentrating on the road, his hands smoothing the steering wheel into every turn.
When he catches you looking, he smiles warmly and you realise right there and then that you’re in love with him. It’s not a question anymore, it’s not something that might happen, it’s something that’s been happening since the moment he forgot to knock on your door.
“Are you okay?” he asks as if he can read the very thoughts whizzing around your head but you say nothing, your mouth hanging open, your throat feeling dry enough to choke you.
Without your answer Simon goes back to looking at the road, his brow perplexed but not enough to warrant further enquiry. Afterall, you are okay, you’re not ill and from the outside nothing has changed in the past few minutes.
When he reaches for the can of rootbeer that sits between you, you snatch it from his hand, gulping it down and relishing the way the bubbles burn your throat as you try to ignore your new found feelings.
“Thirsty?” he says, giving you an odd look and still you don’t reply. In fact, you don’t say a single word until the truck is parked within the Sanctuary’s walls and Simon’s handing you a stack of baby blankets, asking, “can you manage those?”
“Yes,” you whisper, clutching them to your chest and biting back the tart response you would have usually given him for such a silly question. You might be feeling sheepish and have no idea how to actually act around him but you’re not so ridiculous that you can’t handle three baby blankets.
Thankfully Simon seems to be oblivious as he bends into the truck to slide out your new flat pack crib. The box is large yet he throws it onto his shoulder like it’s filled with helium rather than wood leaving you thinking two things. One, you wouldn’t mind him throwing you onto his shoulder and two, how the hell is this going to fit into your shoebox sized room?