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“Yes.”
“Can I not then?”
Her good-natured goading prompts me to chuckle and shake my head. “Lucky is doing his best to make our new eating arrangements more than just tolerable.”
“I know,” she dramatically sighs. “Just like I know our real-life Bones is also doing everything he can for both of us.” An unforeseen smile slips into place. “It’s actually kinda cute how close in contact he insists on being with my OB/GYN.”
“He cares.” I plant a small kiss on the back of her hand. “We all care.”
And I do mean all of us.
The round the clock ass chewing I’ve gotten about neglect proves it.
I had honestly never heard Lauren yell like that before.
I can say with certainty I never want to again.
“And I am grateful you are letting me care,” lovingly leaves me. “I’m also grateful you’re doing things like going with me to get my blood drawn this afternoon for the parental event. I know this transitional reconnecting period between us isn’t easy.”
Bryn mischievously waggles her eyebrows. “Parts of it are really easy.”
More snickers escape as I relinquish the hold that I have on her hand to drop it around her shoulder in hopes of shielding her from some of the photos I wish weren’t being taken. “They will continue to be easy as long as you want them to be.” She looks up at me again. “I understand Dr. Yang advising that we both be in the mood for physical activities, but let’s just ignore that tiny recommendation. You want me at any time, baby?” My mouth inches closer. “You can have me.”
We engage in a chaste kiss that she girlishly giggles after. “You just want me to touch your Batarang.”
“You and J.T. have got to stop calling my cock that.”
“But it’s perfect!”
“My dick isn’t pointed or crooked. How is it perfect?”
“Because it makes you so uncomfortable.”
The twitch of a glare she’s given gets her laughing again.
It also gets her wiggling.
Wiggling of course leads to squirming, an action that frees her to do the unexpected.
She takes off running.
Instinct of course insists I rush after her and our veering towards the water where our sandal covered feet can cool off simply aid in the spontaneous playfulness continuing.
Despite being pregnant, her body dodges and weaves and ducks out of reach quite impressively. Splashes of water are sporadically kicked in my direction along with damp sand, a combination that could easily frustrate me if we weren’t having so much fun. Her athleticism repeatedly receives a shocked expression yet rather than concede to being outmatched I push myself to keep up.
Ignore the bit of tightening in my chest.
Burning in my calves.
I need this.
We need this.
A little bit of discomfort is a great time for growth.
Per one of the mental health professions.
Although, I can’t recall which one.
