"Oh, you hadn't noticed, then?"
"Not at all. I’m not some singular-minded goon who only thinks about sex. I have much more important things on my mind. ."
"And here I thought you brought me up to the castle so you could get some. But if you're not interested, that's okay." She gives a little shrug and keeps walking.
My feet stay rooted to the ground for a second, and then I hurry to catch up with her, slipping my hand through hers again. "Now, let's not be so hasty. I mean, I may not bethinkingabout it, but I certainly am not going to deny you any pleasure. I know how badly you've been wanting me lately, so I certainly can be persuaded to perform my husbandly duties, should you require it."
Tessa busts out laughing. "You’re ridiculous.”
"Should we go back inside, then?”
***
“THAT WAS...LOVELY,”Tessa says as we lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, staring at the ceiling.
“Not my best performance, really. Sorry about that.” Let’s just say, things didn’t exactly take the regular amount of time just now (read I spontaneously combusted like it was my first time).
“Not at all. It’s been ages. Besides, I take it as a strong compliment that you were so...excited.”
“You should. You’re quite hot,” I say, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. “But it’s only Friday. We have loads of time for me to make it up to you.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to.”
“Ouch.” Ego—zero, pregnant Tessa—one thousand points.
“Oh, I don’t mean it like that. You’re wildly attractive. It’s just, I feel a little awkward.” She lowers her voice to a whisper and points at her tummy. “Liketheymight know something’s happening.”
I wince at the thought. “Christ. That hadn’t occurred to me.” But now that it did, I think that’ll be it for me until next year.
Tessa sits up and starts dressing. “Oh, you know what we should do?”
“What’s that?” I ask, pulling my shirt over my head.
“See if we can sort out baby names.”
“Righto.”
