I lifted myself from his warm embrace to face him. “What would you have to do with the web series?”
“I agreed to be the first guest. We were going to ask the mayor if he wanted to be interviewed, too. Knowing how much he loved attention, I figured he’d easily say yes. But after this . . .” he pointed to where we came from, “I don’t think the mayor would be too happy to be asked by my fists in his face.”
I curled up in his lap like I used to do when we were young. “You’d beat him up for me?”
Tyler curled his lips and looked into my eyes with longing. “Oh, Iona, you don’t even want to know what I’d do to that man for you.”
“You’ll be happy to know that I think I broke his finger.”
He kissed my head. “That’s a good girl. Now, let’s head home and I’ll make you a glass of pickle juice and raisins.” He made a gagging sound.
I loved that my man was willing to be just as nauseous as me during this pregnancy, just to please me.