“I’ll quit,” I said. “But on one condition.”
He looked at me expectantly, his forehead still pressed to mine.
“I get to look for another job. I still have months before I have the baby, and I want to feel fulfilled. Working makes me feel that. Can you understand that?”
“But the baby…”
“Will befine.What do you think working moms do? Lay in bed all day and wait nine months for the baby to come? I’m not made of glass, Jeremiah.”
“But you don’t need to work. I can take care of you.”
“This isn’t the 1950s,” I said sharply.
“I just don’t understand…”
“Ilikeworking. I find value in it. I don’t want to give it up. Surely, you can understand that.”
“I do.” He chuckled softly. “More than most.”
“Then write me an awesome letter of recommendation and let me find another job.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, pulling his face from mine and studying me, his hands on my arms.
“Yes. Plus, I would feel lonely up in your tower all day. I already do sometimes.”
His eyes grew sad at that. He ran a hand through his hair and looked out over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. It felt like it was just us two up here, but it couldn’t be like that forever. He had to understand that. Had to understand I needed more.
“Okay,” he said softly.
I smiled at him, inching my way closer and crawling into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and looked down at me with a smirk.
“You’ve always been a stubborn one,” he said with a laugh.
“As have you,” I said, leaning in and nipping his bottom lip.
Chapter 46
Jeremiah
“Hey, babe?” Sadie called out from the living room as I poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen. I took a sip and looked out over the island to where she was lying in her usual corner of the couch, a white throw blanket covering her growing bump. She looked at me with those green eyes of hers, dancing with a familiar look. She either wanted sex or had some strange pregnancy craving.
“Yes?” I asked expectantly, hoping it was sex she was craving.
It had been so good lately. Her hormones were all over the place, but her sex drive remained steady. We had pulled out the box of sex toys I thank my lucky stars her friend sent over that fateful night, and had used just about every single one. Sadie was insatiable and my hands and mouth couldn’t get enough of her growing, supple body. There wasn’t a room in this apartment we hadn’t wound up naked in.
“I think baby wants some green olives,” she said with a smile that tugged at her lips.
I laughed and shook my head, walking over to her. “Baby oryou?” I asked, cocking my head as I handed her a glass of water.
She took a sip and smiled up at me, batting her eyelashes. “Hey, I can’t help what baby deems is necessary on any given day.”
I leaned down and kissed her plump lips. They had grown bigger with pregnancy too, among other things that my eyes drifted over now. Sadie giggled and pulled her blanket over her low-cut tank top.
“I know what you’re thinking. Olives first,” she said with a smirk.
“Fiiiiine.” I let out a dramatic sigh and walked toward the entryway table. “I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed my keys and opened the door.
