I sat down on the icy bench at the park, letting out a long, exhausted breath. For once, despite the cold seeping through my coat and into my bones, it felt good to be outside. My back ached, my feet were swollen, and my ankles hated me, but at least I wasn't being hovered over for the first time in what felt like forever.
Levi had been suffocating. Not in the bad way—but definitely in the overwhelming, "I love you so much I'm going to stare at you for ten hours straight" way. If he wasn't massaging my feet or monitoring how many bites I took, he was scowling at anyone who even looked at me in public. His obsession with rubbing my belly every three minutes was almost endearing... until it wasn't.
I had to beg his dad to take him to work today. Force him, even. He almost faked a stomach flu just to stay home and hold my ankles or whatever weird thing he felt like doing today.
"Look at that guy's stomach!"
I turned my head slowly.
