Brando had been listening to all of that.Of course.
I nodded. “Well, if you heard me, then you also heard what Uncle Tito said. It’s natural to feel this way. It’s the unknown. Preparing for it. We’ll be fine.”
There was nothing else to say. Just to do.
“We should get going,” I whispered. “I need to change.”
“I’ll help you,” he said, stopping me. “Dance with me first.”
He held me as close as possible, swaying to the music, until it was time to go.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brando
“Ah!” Scarlett plopped down on the bed, the mattress bouncing and her feet lifting from the impact. “Three days, Brando! Nothing. Just a steady ache.”
“The doctor said it’s normal. Especially the first time.”
“But three days?”
“Matisaid that Charlotte was four days late.”
She gave me a scalding look. “Please. Let’s not even compare.” Looking down, she twirled her finger over her stomach. “What about what the doctor said we could do?”
“We tried walking,” I said. “It seems to put her to sleep. Red raspberry leaf tea—a fucking lie. Spicy foods. Those seemed to keep her up.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. “We haven’t tried…” She glanced up at me, quick, and then back down. “You know.”
“You want to have sex.”
“Do you?”
My mouth twitched with amusement. So hopeful. “Or we could try nipple stimulation.”
“Or both?”
Her sexual appetite hadn’t curbed since pregnancy. If anything, it had increased. I hadn’t touched her, and she was squirming. Anxious. Not that her reaction was new, but more intense. If I thought she’d kill me before, it was almost a fact after she became pregnant.
“Let me get this straight. You want to do both.”
“Bothsounds really, really nice.” She sighed.
I laughed. She did, too.
I lifted my shirt over my head and her eyes widened. She licked her lips, watching me with a frozen stare. Boots and socks next. A noise came from her mouth that made me twitch when pants and boxer briefs were thrown to the floor.
Her gaze moved down. “Yes,” she breathed.
For a woman over her due date, she moved as fast as a pouncing lioness on a fresh caught meal.
“Off,” she panted. “Help me get this off.”
Clothes seemed to fly all over the room as layers were tossed in all different directions.
“If it were up to me, you’d stay naked,” I said.
“Even outside?”
