unsolved disappearances » otis and ruby

Part 40

Would you believe, having a small distraction from the stress of the final trimester of pregnancy, would be beneficial for my mental health? I didn't believe it until Otis and I decided to sneak around with each other in the cover of the darkness.

It reminded me of the beginning of our relationship.

It pissed Otis' mother off, although she had to accept the fact she was about to have a grandchild and her son was growing up. He was capable of making his own life decisions. That still didn't stop the harsh looks I received anytime we were in the same room together.

One afternoon, Otis and I were enjoying each other's company, watching a TV show before the front door opens to reveal Jean stepping into the room with shopping bags. "Afternoon darling." She pauses while we make eye contact with each other. "Hi, Ruby." The tone is monotone.

"Good afternoon Jean." I greet as I look towards Otis who is covering his mouth from laughter. He had taken his arm from around my shoulder, I suddenly felt colder without the touch. I had to shrug the feeling off.

"So what are you two up to?" Jean asks from the kitchen, putting her groceries away. 

"We've just been watching TV," Otis says shrugging, placing his arm back along my shoulders. Pulling me closer to his side. The smile appears on my face again.

"It's a nice day! You two should go for a walk. It will be good for the baby." Jean suggests as I let out a yawn. I had been feeling exhausted the past couple of weeks due to the pregnancy. "Oh and darling, these are for you."

Jean throws a box of condoms on Otis' lap as she walks into the living room. I turn to see Otis' cheeks flush with embarrassment and I burst out laughing at the situation. "Don't forget these." Jean then throws a box of nappies on his lap as well before she exits the room gracefully.

"Shut up," Otis mutters shoving the nappies and condoms on the floor. "Should we go on that walk as my mother suggested?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"I do suppose my father would be passed out by now," I say winking. "But no funny business, I am far too tired tonight for that."

There there is a clear pout on Otis' face. "You're such a child Otis, don't make me call you Noah!" The pout turns to a frown. 

"Let's go." Otis holds out his hand for me to take, which I gladly accept as he helps me get back on my feet and we exit the house. "Want to take the long way to your house?" He asks eagerly.

I let out a burst of laughter, only Otis would be worried about engaging in a makeout session rather than enjoying an outdoor walk. I let out a loud yawn before talking. "As exciting as that sounds, I feel like crawling into bed and sleeping the rest of the weekend."

Admitting the truth, a frown is present on his face. "But I could use someone as a pillow, it's only comfortable to sleep on my side resting on someone." The smile returns to his face as he plants a kiss on my cheek before we head in the direction of my home.

We would spend the walk talking about small nothings in our lives and how we were preparing to become parents. It was a scary topic since our daughter could be due at any point in the near future.

When we finally reached my home, I greeted my parents quickly before dragging Otis to my bedroom. We would fall asleep quickly, exhaustion getting the better of me, I didn't even bother taking my sneakers off my swollen feet.

When I finally awoke, I would find my sneakers were taken off and placed neatly by my wardrobe door. However, Otis was missing next to me, not even to be found lounging around my bedroom. Stretching my arms I would carefully get off my bed and venture out into the living room where my parents were enjoying the evening news. "Have you guys seen Otis?" I ask, letting out another yawn.

"His mother called, he needed to return home due to an emergency." My mother explains. "Do you want some supper?" She asks.

I nod my head and my mother gets up from the sofa to prepare me a plate of dinner. She had made a pasta dish, when I sit at the table I don't notice how hungry I was until the food is presented in front of me. "Honey, you need to make sure you're eating enough for the baby's wellbeing." My mother explains.

"I know." I mumur before digging into my food.