“I mean I noticed you’ve been grouchy.”
She shoots me a sideways glance.
And I realize that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. “I mean worn out.”
“That’s what I thought you meant,” she says.
One thing about Melody is she doesn’t hold onto things. If something bothers her, she’ll air it out and then it’s done. She never brings it up again. Which is a good thing for me because I probably screw up more than anyone.
I hate that about myself and wish I didn’t say or do head-up-my-ass things but even then Melody looks at me like I’m her hero. Like I’m the greatest man in the world and that makes me want to do better and try to be the best man I possibly can.
Once we’re home, Melody goes to the bedroom to take a nap, and I start putting together dinner. I’m good at grilling meat and for the last couple of weeks, she’s craved steak.
I want to call my family and tell them about the baby, but I’ll wait until Melody and I can do it together.
Later, after dinner, we’re relaxing on the sofa watching a show and I say, “I can prove you wrong.”
“About what?”
“Earlier today you said you didn’t I was going to be up for that.” I glance down at my cock.
She laughs and teases, “Honey, I have a headache.”
I scoop her up. “I’ll bring you medicine.”
She fake pouts. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll let you snack on me.”
She loops her arms around my neck. “Have I told you how happy I am with you?”
“All the time. Oh, Jonas…right there…yesssss…”
She swats my arm, then says, “Are you really happy that we’re pregnant this soon?”
I set her by the bed. “Very.” I put my hand over her stomach and look into her eyes. “Happiness is my life story since I found you.”
“You mean after you stopped hating me.”
“I told you I never hated you.”
“When?”
“When I told you I always wanted to do you.”
“You did not say that.”
“I always wanted to do you,” I say with a straight face.
“I swear, cowboy. What am I going to do with you?”
“Let me show you.”
She laughs again. “Every day you always make me laugh so much.”
I cup myself. “Big dick, big sense of humor.”
She starts undressing. “You enjoy making me laugh?”
