Dear reader - this episode takes place during a rather awkward period, literally. Hannah and I have reached the stage where natural events get in the way - every girl knows about the punctual blues, as Ms Bush once sang. Therefore, there is a lot of talking and also, and this is important to those of a squeamish nature, there is some blood. Those who don't like blood, then skip this chapter... and maybe the next one too. Anyway, despite 'girl trouble' we move things forward in our non-relationship relationship.
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Most people don't like Mondays, but waking up in Hannah's bed wasn't a bad way to start the week. I had woken earlier when she had crept back into bed and pulled the sheet up over her, despite the heat and I had reached out and pulled her close to me.
"Sorry" she whispered, "Girl trouble." and I moved my hand from her breast to stroke her belly and she sighed and then drifted away.
"Hey sleepyhead." She whispered and her hand gently rocked me. "Time to get up, sorry." I turned and saw her smiling at me and even a Monday couldn't make me blue. "Do you want some toast?" I mumbled a yes and then stumbled about, trying to find my clothes, which I had forgotten were piled neatly on a table ready for just this occasion.
It felt odd wearing clothes in Hannah's flat, due to the heat we had been naked when here. Well, the heat and the fact it just was just nicer being naked with a beautiful woman. Hannah had made coffee and I gulped some down with my toast as we both panicked a bit, me because I needed to get to the other side of London to my own place to work and Hannah because I was in her flat and her period had started.
"Sorry, I really am a grumpy bitch." She said several times as she stomped around, wearing a skirt, but with just a bra on up top. "Plus, I was hoping I'd at least get some action this morning before I started bleeding, but no, in the middle of the FUCKING NIGHT it started." I stayed quiet. She walked over to me and stood next to me as I munched and I turned to look at her belly, then leaned over and kissed it and she stroked my hair, so I kissed it some more and she giggled. "I cannot actually remember the last time a guy stroked my belly in the night when it was my period, or kissed it without asking." She said and the grumpy bitch was banished for a while. "Eric was kind when we first met, but after a few years he would just avoid me when I was on." She mumbled and then stomped off to do something as I sat quietly.
I kneeled down and kissed Hannah's belly again as we stood by the door, then I kissed her mouth and she slipped her tongue into my mouth and we held each other tight before realising I was meant to be leaving. We said our goodbyes and I walked down the stairs, waving as I descended and Hannah went out of sight. I heard her door close as I prepared to step out onto the street. I steeled myself and walked to the tube and the long journey across town.
The heat of the day was getting going as I walked home from the tube and the time wasn't in double figures yet. I went inside, the flat was cooler as the sun didn't hit the big windows until late morning. I wasn't cool though, the kitchen was a mess, again, the idiot flatmate having cooked and left the debris everywhere. I took a photo for the landlady and scowled as I set up the laptop and put some coffee on. I sent Hannah a message to say I was home and "Miss you xxxx" popped up in reply. I sat in the silence of the flat and wondered what the hell to do.
There was a message waiting when I logged in saying "Hope you had a good weekend." and I chuckled at the crazy girl and replied to say yes and asked if hers was good. "Yeah, it was wonderful, but today I am feeling crap." Hannah replied and I told her I was sending a virtual hug. My phone pinged "The real thing was much better." For the rest of the day it was quiet, Brendan messaged to ask if I had a good weekend and later to ask if I had heard from Hannah as he messaged her and got no reply. I felt like telling him that she was 'a grumpy bitch' today, but he wouldn't get the joke, so I feigned ignorance. At home time I sent a message saying I hoped she felt better soon and Hannah replied with "Ta." I think she was very grumpy.
I was making dinner when the phone rang. "Whatcha doing?" Hannah mumbled with more than a hint of grumpiness.
"Just making dinner. What are you up to?"
"Yeah, same. Can't be bothered though, so just sad noodles."
"I have curry." I replied and Hannah gasped and hung up, only to video call seconds later.
"Let me see!" she laughed, the grump had vanished for a bit. I held the phone over the pot of curry sauce with potatoes and some vegetables. "You having rice too?" I told her yes and she sighed.
I got a view of her 'sad noodles', which lived up to their name. "Hey, let's go and get proper noodles on Wednesday after work." I suggested. There was a chilly silence.
"Not this week." She said and the grumpiness was back in full force. "I'm not doing anything this week. Forget it."
"Not even after work? We can go to that ramen place and get dinner. It's better than sad noodles and a not much happier curry."
"You still keep on about this date and I have told you I am not interested in relationship things. I just want to go home after work, I am a grumpy bitch this week, I warned you."
"I thought it might cheer you up, save you cooking. Just two friends going to get noodles because they are fed up with cooking and eating alone."
"No." The word was cold and firm and I felt my world crumbling slightly. "This is just about sex." She added and the call ended.
I prodded the potatoes in the curry sauce as it bubbled, staring at the phone and its lack of activity, she had hung up. The rice had cooked and everything was ready, except me. I felt sick, the bile rising up my throat and any notion of eating now gone. This morning I had held Hannah in my arms in her bed, now it looked as if everything was gone, the wonderful weekend lost and forgotten now the stark light of a Monday had hit it. I put the rice on the plate and poured half of the curry over it, the rest could be frozen. I would need more frozen dinners as it looked as if I was spending a lot more time alone now. The phone was quiet and I picked it up and held my finger over the call button, but then just let it drop to the table and bounce twice before it rattled to a stop, still quiet.
I prodded the potatoes again and put one in my mouth and chewed endlessly as I tried to swallow. There was a ping. "It is NOT just about sex." I shook as I read it. "Sorry. Your grumpy bitch." I swallowed the food and pressed call.
Hannah was crying when she answered and just said "sorry" over and over. I let her cry and told her everything was ok. She sniffed in noisily and I chuckled and she laughed. "Jesus fuck, I am so sorry." Then she cried again and the whole process was repeated. I hung up, then video called. "JERK!" she shouted at me and laughed. "I look a FUCKING MESS!"
"Not to me." There was silence, apart from Hannah sniffling.
"Jerk" she whispered.
I held the phone over my food. "Look, almost as sad as your noodles," and there was giggling from the other end. I looked at her, she was trying to hide her face and was blushing, then she bit her bottom lip and looked at the camera.
"That was really stupid of me. I am so sorry. Really, I didn't mean that at all and I hope you know it. I am going to have to do something pretty sordid to make it up to you." and there was a hint of a smile.
"Yeah. Let me think... I know, come with me on Wednesday and get noodles after work."
