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guys in Hedley, and that wasn’t an endearing trait to want in your boyfriend. Mostly, I was just angry. Even if I found it in me to forgive his lies and his crime, I was certain my image of him would be forever tarnished.
                  And that just made me sad.
    Sighing, I turned on my side and studied his room, at all the things he loved – the boxing posters, life quotes, and pictures of Mohamed Ali. Fighting was a passion him and Heath shared equally. Only Ryker was a watcher, and Heath was the fighter.
    I grabbed the half-empty bottle of cologne from his dresser and removed the lid. I dotted some on my wrist, feeling comforted by the smell of him all around me. It reminded me of all the times he’d stopped what he was doing to be with me.
    I missed him, but I also reminded myself of all the nights he was out, leaving me behind in this very bed. Now I knew for certain he’d been up to no good, and that helped me overcome the missing him part immensely. Replacing it was a bitterness that dug deep in my bones, and I suppose this was the beginning of my road to resenting him.
    Despite the moans next door, my exhaustion caught up to me, and I fell asleep a short while later.
    *
     
    The problem with pregnancy, I quickly came to realize, was you had to pee. A lot.
                  I tossed and turned before the feeling of a full bladder was too hard to ignore. I sat up and rubbed my eyes when the sounds of more moaning rushed into my ears. I sighed and checked the time.
                  1:27am
                  I’d been asleep for three hours and they were still at it?
                  Or maybe this was round two.
                  Still. Round two or still finishing round one, that was an impressive feat. One that unfortunately made this a little awkward. The bathroom was at the end of the hall. I had to pass Heath’s room to get to it. And the floor creaked with the sound of a goddamn freight train!
                  But my bladder…
                  I slowly slipped out of bed and tip toed to the door. I opened it inch by inch until I could slip through. One step, two steps…
                  I halted when I saw his bedroom door was half a foot open. I couldn’t see anything from this angle – not that I wanted to – so I continued to tip toe, holding my breath as I passed the doorway and continued down the hall. I was a lot more comfortable on my way there. The girl was proving to be helpful in my endeavour to be unheard. She was loud. Very, very loud.
                  “Yes, yes, Heath, oh my God.” Moans. “That’s it. How are you doing that?” Doing what? “Oh, my GOD!” Heavy breaths. “YES! YES! YES!”
                  I swallowed a bubble of laughter as I pushed open the bathroom door and entered. I shut it behind me and covered my mouth in case it escaped. Of all the women he brought home, I’d never heard one so loud before.
                  “THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT!”
                  I quietly did my thing on the toilet, and then I waited for a particular moan/scream to flush it. I washed my hands, splashing some on my overheated cheeks. Another pregnancy thing that sucked: hot flashes.
                  I stepped out when I was done and tip toed a few feet before she loudly declared, “Okay, big boy, your turn. Get down.”
                  I stopped for a few moments, waiting for her moans to help drown out the creaks on the worn out hardwood floor. Only she’d stopped entirely. I took a few steps forward, and when the panels beneath my feet groaned again, I froze. To my dismay, I was stuck and directly standing by the opened door where the soft, dim glow of a light from inside gave me a visual on everything.
                  I looked away before I could see anything. This was private. This was wrong. Yet the