Chapter 64

… Dickinson pov…

"Smoothie?" She smiled as she interrupted me then lifted a spoon of smoothie and slowly put it in my mouth as she watched me select a large pepperoni pizza and click the order button, feeling a little helpless to do anything else.

His feminine eyes froze and I could see his mouth twitching as he asked me how the checkup went. "The ultrasound is scheduled for tomorrow," I told her. "We'll know the sex of the baby then."

"Oh wow," I said, sounding excited.

I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at his reaction. "Yes," I snapped, standing up and heading upstairs.

"Aren't you happy we'll know the gender of the... our baby?" Emile's tone turned sarcastic.

"Humph," he said, sounding unimpressed as I stamped up the stairs.

I walked up the stairs, feeling the soft carpet under my bare feet. The bathroom door creaked open, and I stepped inside, greeted by the warm steam and the aroma of lavender. I started the bath, and the sound of the water filled the room as I undressed.

I stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water caress my skin, and I let out a sigh of relief. I leaned back, letting my hair float on the surface of the water. I closed my eyes, savoring the peaceful moment.

After a few minutes, I reluctantly stepped out of the bath and wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel. I walked to the closet and picked out a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting singlet. I slipped them on, feeling the fabric brush against my skin.

I walked over to the mirror and examined my reflection, turning this way and that. I looked different, but not entirely unfamiliar. My curves were more pronounced, and my face had a softer look. I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

I brushed my hair, feeling the tangles loosen under the bristles. I decided to leave it down, letting it cascade over my shoulders. I put on some lip balm and a bit of mascara, feeling a bit silly as I did so.

I walked downstairs, feeling the hardwood floor cool against my toes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror and smiled. I looked like a girl, but I was still meI opened the door and saw the delivery man standing there holding the pizza carton. He looked at me, but then his eyes drifted downward towards my breasts, which were only covered by a thin singlet. I immediately felt embarrassed and self-conscious.

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked, hoping to divert his attention.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I was just...uh...delivering this pizza," he stammered, handing me the carton. I followed his gaze to my chest. oh my, I was on singlets and my breasts were displayed all over and they were partially visible…

Emile had appeared behind my back already and pulled me in.

Give me what he said and took the carton from the man.

"I am s-sorry… I am leaving", he said as he hurried off.

Yes you may leave Emile said in her manly deep tone her eyes showing anger she was probably angry because of course this was also her body and that guy just ran his eyes over it.

"That was.." I asked, feeling flustered.

" You are a female now, adapt to it!," Emile shouted, throwing her arms.

"I didn't realize," I admitted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "It's just...I don't want people staring at me like that".

I couldn't contain my excitement as Emile brought out the steaming hot pizza and dropped it on the kitchen counter. It looked and smelled amazing, and I couldn't wait to dig in.

Without hesitation, I drew a seat and sat in it, my eyes glued to the pizza as Emile grabbed a knife to cut it into slices.

"You're like a kid in a candy store," Emile said, shaking her head at my enthusiasm.

"Can you blame me?" I replied, rubbing my hands together in anticipation. "This is going to be the best pizza ever!"

As Emile began to cut the pizza, I couldn't help but salivate at the sight of it. I grabbed a slice and took a huge bite, relishing in the explosion of flavors in my mouth.

"This is amazing!" I exclaimed, taking another big bite. "You're a genius, Emile!"

I watched in amusement as Emile took a slice and took a few bites. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as I was, but I didn't let that dampen my spirits.

I continued to eat the pizza, taking huge bites and savoring every moment. The combination of cheese, sauce, and toppings was a match made in heaven, and I couldn't get enough of it.

As I ate, I noticed Emile watching me with a smile on her face. I didn't mind the attention, in fact, it made me feel even more excited to be enjoying this moment with her.

But eventually, Emile had had enough. "You can finish the rest," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm done."

I looked at her, surprised. "Are you sure? There's still a lot left."

Emile nodded. "I'm sure. You enjoy it."

With a huge smile on my face, I resumed my feast, taking even bigger bites and savoring each oneAs I finished the last slice of pizza, I noticed Emile's phone beeped with a message. It was lying on the table, just a few feet away from me. Without thinking twice, I picked up the phone to check the message.

Emile had her back turned towards me as she was washing dishes in the sink, and I didn't want to disturb her by calling out to her. I felt a little guilty about going through her phone without her permission, but my curiosity got the better of me.

As I peeked over the phone, I saw that the message was fromI saw the name "mom" on the display and I knew it was important. I quickly picked up the phone and read the message. "The house rent is due, we owe half the rent," it said.

I didn't want to worry Emile, so I told her I needed to check something and walked out of the kitchen with the phone. I could feel my heart racing as I scrolled through the messages. I knew Emile was struggling with money, and I didn't want her to worry about the rent.

I quickly typed out a response to Emile's mom, telling her we would take care of it and not to worry. I made sure to be as reassuring as possible, knowing that Emile's mom was likely to worry about her daughter's financial situation.

After a few minutes, I returned to the kitchen and slipped the phone back to where it was. Emile was rounding up the dish washing, and she only briefly glanced over her broad shoulders as I entered the room.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, wiping her hands on a towel.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice calm. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just needed to check something."

Emile looked at me suspiciously, but I hoped she didn't suspect anything. I knew she was fiercely independent, and I didn't want her to feel like she owe me anythingAs I looked at Emile, I couldn't help but notice how his features complemented the apron and simple house clothes he was wearing. His broad shoulders and strong arms looked even more impressive with the white apron tied around his waist, and the way his dark hair fell over his forehead added a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise clean-cut appearance.

"It's been a long time since I saw a man wearing an apron and making homemade dishes," I said with a giggle, as I watched him chop vegetables for the stir-fry he was preparing.

Emile looked up and smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "I like to cook," he said, as he set the knife down and wiped his hands on his apron.

I couldn't help but admire him even more. Here was a man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and take on household chores with gusto. It was a refreshing change from some of the men I had dated in the past, who seemed to think that cooking and cleaning were beneath them.

"When was the last time you saw someone wearing an apron and doing housework?" Emile asked, as he began to stir-fry the vegetables.

I thought for a moment. "It was my dad," I said, smiling at the memory. "He used to love to cook, and he always wore an apron when he was in the kitchen."

Emile nodded, "Your dad sounds like a great guy," he said, as he added the tofu to the pan.

"He was," I said, feeling a twinge of sadness as I remembered my father, who had passed away a few years ago.

Emile looked at me, his expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, as he turned off the stove.

I smiled, appreciating his kindness. "Thanks," I said, as I took a seat at the kitchen table. "It's okay. I have some good memories to hold on to."

Emile nodded, and we sat in comfortable silence.