“You know how I told you I didn’t want to tell anyone?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… I told Nadine.” She watched his face contort with confusion and quickly added, “But she already knew! Well, kind of. Anyway, don’t worry. She won’t say anything.”
“I’m not worried,” he replied. His fingers glided down her arm to her exposed hip, tracing small circles on her skin. They faced each other, their limbs tangling together, the warmth of her body making his own shudder. “I’m ready for everyone to know. Just say the word.”
“Yeah?” She didn’t look convinced.
He pulled her over him, her legs straddling his lap, the covers falling behind her. His hands traveled slowly from her thighs to her waist.
“I love you. And I’m ready for everyone to know that.” He paused. “But I’m not the only one in this relationship. Tell me what you want.”
She seemed to consider it, then let out a long breath and nodded. “I want to tell everyone.”
His eyes locked with hers. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, sweeping her fingertips over his bare chest. “I want them to know.”
His hands wandered up, cupping her soft breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples, gently grazing them back and forth until they were pert.
“When?”
“I don’t know. Soon,” she hummed, her eyes rolling shut.
He smiled. That was good enough.
He sat up, taking her mouth in his and sucking on her bottom lip. He took his time, working her mouth open, twisting his tongue with hers. She returned his kisses, her hands framing his face as she rocked her hips back and forth. He was already hard between them, and he knew she could feel it when she moaned, her hands moving up to weave into his hair, pulling him closer.
Somewhere in the periphery he heard a faint chime and light vibration. Emma’s cell phone was ringing on a loop on his desk. He continued to tease and suck at her lips, rolling his hips so he could slide into her, but the incessant buzzing seemed determined to interrupt them.
He tried to lean back, to say something, but her grip on his hair tightened.
“Ignore it,” she murmured.
A moment later it stopped… only to immediately start again.
He opened his eyes to look over at it, but then his gaze shifted past his desk to Emma’s bedroom window across the yard. He squinted, registering a figure jumping up and down frantically and holding up the glowing screen of a cell phone.
A pregnant figure.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered.
Emma whipped around and made eye contact with Margo, who was now waving her arms in the air and yelling at the glass.
Emma screamed, trying to grab the sheets to cover herself as she struggled to get off Knightley, but instead ended up tumbling back and falling off the bed with a thump.
He leaned slightly forward, suppressing a laugh. “You all right down there?”
“OH MY GOD!” she shrieked from on the floor, her face contorted in a mix of shock and anger. “She saweverything!”
He chuckled as she tried to get up but tripped, tangling herself in the sheets until she finally found her footing.
“It’s not funny!”
“Well, you said you wanted to tell everyone.”
“I wanted to tell everyone at the right time! Not rightnow! Not like this!” She wrapped the sheet around her body and marched over to the desk to grab her cell phone, which was still blinking and buzzing. “What do I even say?”
