“Serious. Stop with the sex talk,” she groans.
“I’m not talking about sex. Well, not directly.”
“What’s up?”
“I took a test today. I’m pregnant!”
“Oh my god!” she squeals. “I’m so happy for you. How do you feel?”
“Actually, I feel great! I’m a little tired and I am so horny all the time it’s not funny. But otherwise I feel great!”
“Well, call me tomorrow and tell me how he takes it.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know what he says.” I hang up the phone.
“What who says?”
I jump and scream, my hand squeezing my chest. “Dammit! Don’t do that!”
“What?”
“Sneak up on me!”
“Who are you talking about? What man?” he growls. The surly, jealous look on his face almost makes me laugh.
“I’m talking about you.”
“What about me?” His dark eyes smile at me and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight, engulfing me in the spicy, musky scent of him that I love.
“I took a test today. And I’m pregnant.” I hold my breath, hoping he’s as happy as he said he’d be.
“We’re having a baby?” Tears are in his eyes as he holds me out and runs his eyes up and down my body. “Do you feel alright? Do you need anything? Maybe you should lie down.”
“Good grief! I feel fine. There’s only one thing wrong with me.”
“Oh my god! What is it?” he says and his hands run up and down my body, setting off the little sparklers that never seem to stop when I’m near him.
“I’m horny all the time.”
His eyes widen and he stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. And then a slow, sexy smirk curls his firm lips. “I think I can help with that.”
He leads me back to the bedroom and I smile knowingly. “I just bet you can.”