Page 212 of The Baby Bargain
It is.
She's pregnant with my child.
Fuck, it still makes me dizzy.
It shouldn't change things. Not here. But it does.
Her feet steady. She kicks off her shoes. Leans down to do away with her socks. "So, uh, I guess we should unwrap it?"
"You want to do the honors?"
"Okay." She bites her lip. Shakes off her nerves. Moves to the table. "Have you used one before?"
"Yeah."
"On Grace?"
"Don't do that."
She swallows hard. "Right. That doesn't matter. It would be silly to be jealous. I mean, you're not with her. And you don't want to be with her."
"Princess—"
"I'm not jealous." She plucks the box from the table. Runs her nail along the plastic wrapping until it snags. "I mean, it's not like she's the one having your baby."
"My baby?"
She skips right over the clarification. Lands in a big, dopey smile. "I can't get over it."
"Me either."
"I just…" She peels off the plastic. Sets the box on the table. Pulls off the top. "All the books I read, they say it's good to have sex."
"Do they?"
"Yeah, I mean, it's never putting the baby in danger." Her eyes meet mine. "Can I keep saying it?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you want to—" She motions to the bedroom. "Get to it."
"It's not a rush." The opposite, actually.
"Some of us get tired easily."
"Some of us?"
She nodsyeah. "Maybe that's another symptom. Charlotte is taking all my energy." Her smile widens. "I'm going to keep saying it."
"Good."
She stares back at me with every bit of happiness in the world. "What if I fall asleep?"
"Damn, you think that little of my abilities?"
Her cheeks flush. She trips over her words. "No, I just mean… orgasms help you sleep."
"Trust me, princess. You'll be plenty awake."
