Page 43 of Words I Couldn't Say
It wasn’t until Tucker carried me to bed and we’d said our goodnights that a thought popped into my mind. His breathing had changed, and I knew he was on the verge of drifting off, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. “Hey Tucker?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow and placing my hand on his bare chest.
His eyes popped open. “Yeah?”
“We didn’t use a condom,” I stated as if he hadn’t been there. “Just so you know…umm, obviously, I’m clean.”
Tucker grinned. “I can say the same.”
“And I’m on birth control,” I informed him.
His grin widened. He rolled until I was flat on my back and he was hovering over me. “Is that so?” he asked, a wicked gleam filling his eyes.
I nodded, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Then something else crossed my mind.
“Speaking of,” I said. “Trevor and Abby never used condoms. Not once. I spent the rest of the book waiting for her morning sickness.”
“That was for a reason,” he informed me before dipping his head and placing a kiss in the curve of my neck.
Shivers ran down my spine from the contact. “I know. It’s just, my roommate, Tawni, told me that, as a reader, she expects one of two things: condoms or babies.”
His shoulders shook with laughter as he withdrew from me. “Are you kidding? That’s ridiculous. Couples have sex all the time without condoms and without having babies.”
I shrugged. “It’s just a rule, I supposed. In fiction, if there’s no condom, nine months later, there’s a baby.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing this isn’t fiction.” His eyes darkened at the thought.
I agreed, but the truth was that I could see myself pregnant with his child. Not now or any time soon, of course, but the idea of having a little Tucker on my hands?
That was a brand-new dream that I hoped would eventually become a reality.
