He took the stairs up, as the lights down here were off. Passing her door, Jay heard a bang coming from her room. Was that the toilet seat dropping? Was she being sick again?
He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He opened it and stepped inside.
“Blue?” he called, reaching the bathroom. He stepped inside and lost the ability to breathe. Blue wasn’t bent over the toilet bowl retching—she was stepping into the shower. Naked, which she would be if she was showering, but hell, what a body.
He exhaled slowly.
Water slid over her shoulders, down the gentle swell of her breasts, across the soft curve of her belly. It was no longer flat. There was now the faintest curve of new life showing there. The sight rocked him back on his heels.
His child.
As if sensing him, she looked to the doorway. Her expression shifted from surprise to something else.
“I’m sorry, I heard the toilet seat bang. I thought you might need me.” He couldn’t stop his eyes moving over her.
“I’m not throwing up,” she said.
“I can see that.” His voice was rougher than he meant it to be.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Jay had seen her naked once before, but this, seeing all of her now, without touching her, was different. She was different, and Christ, he wanted her.
He scrubbed a hand down his jaw. “So you’re okay?”
She nodded. “Just tired after a big day. But it was good; I had fun. What about you?”
“I ate waffles with the Dukes after a run. The older three bitched the entire time.”
“I heard they weren’t happy about the exercise when we danced earlier,” she said.
They were carrying on the conversation like she wasn’t standing there looking like a goddess and he wasn’t harder than stone.
His eyes dropped again, helplessly, to the curve of her stomach.
She stepped back, fully under the spray, water tracing the lines of her collarbones and sliding down between her breasts. Her hair darkened as it soaked through, clinging to her shoulders.
Jay swallowed. He couldn’t push her. Shouldn’t want her when she was already exhausted, already dealing with so much. But she looked at him like she knew exactly what was running through his mind.
“You’re staring, Jay.”
“Trying not to.”
“That working for you?”
“No.”
A small laugh escaped her, and something inside him eased at the sound of it. She hadn’t had much to laugh about lately.
“Come here,” she said softly.
He hesitated.
“Blue….”
“I’m pregnant,” she said, arching a brow. “Not made of glass. Now take your clothes off and get in here.”
His jaw tightened. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
