[b]Jessalyn - House - Floyd[/b]

Jess blew out her breath when he went inside the house. She refused to feel guilty and regret what she had said. It had needed to be said. She did regret snapping and poking her finger into his chest, but you could only push a pregnant lady so far before hormones got involved.
Sighing deeply, she went sat in a chair on the porch. Floyd needed space right now she was sure. He probably didn't want to see her for a while. And she was still a little irritated at him.

Honestly for a big manly man like him he really wasn't very observant. She had done everything she could to show him how she felt about him, she had even came right out and admitted it moments ago. What more did he need? A song and dance? Connect the dots?
Men were frustrating. Either they couldn't keep their hands off or wouldn't put their hands on. They were dense too. When she had said she wanted him to think of her as a woman, she had meant that in a romantic sense. But she was sure he hadn't taken it that way. He'd probably start treating her like an old lady now, or maybe a sister.
She didn't want to be his sister damn it! She wanted to be...

It was hopeless. Why didn't she just give up? It didn't seem like Floyd was even capable of having feelings for anyone. At least not the kind of feelings she held for him, that she longed for him to have for her. Maybe it was because she was pregnant? That seemed to throw men off, scare them.
What if one day a woman who was not pregnant came along? Someone tall and curvy and gorgeous with pouty lips and big boobs would take Floyd away from her.
Jess looked down at her body, studying it. Other then her swollen belly, it wasn't that bad. Her breasts were average, not large but not small. Her hips curved softly. She had always been slightly pudgy, but not overweight. Her legs were long and her ankles slim. Her hands were average but her fingers were long. She had taken piano lessons as a child because of her long fingers. Her eyes were hazel, a mixture of brown, green and grey. Her ears were small and dainty looking. Her nose was decent, with a dusting of freckles across it that turned dark if she spent too much time in the sun.
Not bad, but not a beauty queen. Not plain, but not a cover model.
She was the poster child for 'average'.

She placed her hands on her stomach, feeling her baby moving inside of her. It felt like he was stretching. He was restless, ready to get out probably.
"Not yet little one," she said with a gentle smile. "You still have a few more months."
It was surprising to think about. In around 3 months or so, she was going to be a mother. And whether Floyd liked it or not he was going to be a father, at least in spirit.

The sun was burning hot. Jess wiped her forehead and stood, heading for the door. A little nap sounded good to her.
She entered the house but didn't see Floyd or Abram. She wondered where they had gotten to before heading up the stairs. It was slow going because she felt incredibly tired all of the sudden. Reaching the main room, she yawned widely. Changing out of her sweaty clothes, she pulled on one of the men's shirts from the closet and a pair of sleep shorts because they had an elastic waistband and fit well.
Climbing into the bed, she cuddled under the covers and tried to relax.