“Calm.” The rest of the class helped stop my flighty thoughts. Even now, they are quiet.
“Less stressed?” Leo quirks a brow, looking up at me.
“Yes. And also hungry.”
“Then let’s go get some pancakes.” Leo pops up, extending his hand down to me. His shirt clings to him post-class. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” I give him an innocent look as he helps me up.
“Looking at me like that. I can’t imagine you wanting to sex me up is a good thing for you.”
“Sex you up?” I bark out on a laugh. “I’m not trying to ‘sex you up’ as you call it. Just enjoying the view.”
“Well, let’s enjoy the view while we get pancakes.”
I snuggle into Leo’s side, drinking in the heady smell of him. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“And who said you can’t have pancakes in the middle of the afternoon?” He cocks a brow at me, daring me to argue with him.
I press onto my toes, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. “Then lead the way, Mr. Scott.”
“Why haveyou never brought me here before?” I moan around the bite of pancake I shovel into my mouth.
“Because I’m a stupid man.” The late afternoon sun beams down on Leo like a god. No matter how much time we spend together, I’ll never get sick of looking at him.
“Well, now you know better.” We’re tucked away from the harbour, but the sounds still filter into the old building. “This might need to become a new tradition.”
“Yoga and pancakes?” Leo closes his lips around the fork, his tongue darting out to lick the syrup off the tines. I can’t take my eyes off him.
Even though I know I’m supposed to be taking it easy, my mind starts playing out all sorts of dirty things I’d like to do to Leo.
“Rae? You okay?”
“You’re such a tease.”
His answering smile tells me he knew exactly what he was doing. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just enjoying my pancakes.”
I ball up my napkin and toss it at him. “And driving me crazy. It’s unfair for you to do that when we can’t do anything about it.”
Leo pulls my chair over so I’m closer to him. His hand finds my neck, rubbing small circles at the base. “The only thing you’re going to be doing, Miss Foster, is propping your feet up on the sofa at home and letting me take care of you.”
God, the way he says my name makes it hard to disagree with anything he says. “Do I get a foot rub?” I wrap my arms around his neck, locking my eyes with him.
“I’ll draw you a fucking bubble bath if it means you’ll sit still.”
“You make it sound like I’m the worst patient.”
“Okay, maybe not the worst.” Leo tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Just concerned about you and our little one.”
“Hey.” I hold Leo’s gaze, seeing the concern lingering there. “We’ll be okay. The doctor is keeping an eye on me, and so far, I’m doing everything she’s telling me.”
“Who would’ve thought how easily the worrying thing would’ve come to me?”
“It just means you care.”
“I’d feel better if this one wasn’t making it harder on you.” Leo’s hand is warm on my stomach. It’s like the baby knows his touch and starts kicking again. “Is that weird for you? Feeling them kick?”
I shake my head, finishing off my pancakes. “It was at first, but not anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still weird to see my stomach moving when they kick, but I like knowing they’re in there. They especially like you.”
