For now.
They crawl up to the pillows and tangle together, his breath still ragged.
“I like it fast,” she muses. “Not all the time, but apparently I like that sort of thing now. It’s kinda blowing my mind.”
Enjoying sex and learning what she actually likes has taken time and effort. After her husband left, the assumption was that she’d be celibate the rest of her life. Imagining anyone touching her again only prompted revulsion.
What she would have missed, she thinks with a wistful smile.
The corner of his mouth twitches up. “You like all these secret quickies, huh?”
She nods, still reeling from the realization that she could want it like that at all, let alone come as hard as she has. “I wonder if there’s anything else I like, but don’t know about yet?”
“If there is, we’ll find out.”
That’s when her face cracks, and the most ridiculous thought creeps in. “We can’t be together after the baby comes. It’ll be six whole weeks until I can…how am I gonna last six weeks?”
He brushes the hair off her forehead with a gentle smile. “Six weeks ain’t forever. We’ll be plenty busy changing diapers, cleaning up vomit, and rocking her to sleep when she’s crying. I can’t wait for every part of that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Besides, I don’t care what we’re doing so long as we do it together…you’re my best friend,” he says earnestly. “We could watch paint dry, and I’d be happy.”
“Are you comparing our baby’s entertainment value to wet paint?”
“No!” he snorts.
“Best friends?” she teases after a pause, unable to keep from poking at him.
“Here we go.”
“No, no, I like the sound of this. It’s a shame we can’t get matching tattoos. It could be a whole thing.”
He lunges for her, blowing into her neck until she laughs. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“I’m delightfully hilarious.”
She may enjoy fussing at him, but the last thing she wants is to crush such a beautiful idea. So, she cups his cheek when he leans back, forcing herself to be serious so he knows she means every word. “You’re my best friend, too.”
* * *
When Addison wakes the next morning, she’s overcome by horrified panic as a rush of liquid floods out onto the bed. “Oh no.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
She flings the covers back, revealing ruined, soaked sheets.
Wyatt’s sharp inhale tells her he knows exactly what this means, but she states the obvious, anyway.
“My water broke.”
Chapter 23
“This isn’t happening. I’m not ready.”
Wyatt didn’t mean to induce labor with sex, but that’s an unintended side effect all the same. He’s pretty damn sure this is in fact happening, but her tone is so serious that he doesn’t argue.
“I need to take a shower.” Addison heads for the bathroom before spinning on her feet with a determined glare. “I won’t survive off ice chips until this baby is out.”
