Chapter 212

Bishop

"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed."

"I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with.

"Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do.

"That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?"

She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?"

"Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh.

"Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you."

"Easy buddy, I'm already awake."

She reaches out, without words, ask