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“Has there been anyone?”
“In my condition?” I say, patting the top of the bump.
His smile widens. “Pregnant or not, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… so yeah, in your condition…”
“No. There’s been no-one.”
“And has your condition been the only thing that’s stopped you?”
He doesn’t even blink or seem to breathe, waiting for my answer. “No.”
He grabs me around my waist, pulling me close against him. His lips are barely an inch from mine and I can feel his breath, hot against my skin. “Am I forgiven?”
“Am I… for keeping this from you?”
“Yes. Now answer my question.”
“You’re forgiven. I love you, Mac. I can’t not forgive you.”
He closes the gap, his lips crushing mine, his tongue and mine swirling as he moans into my mouth, and I sigh in return.
“Whoa…” I pull back.
“What’s wrong?” Mac keeps a hold of me, staring down into my eyes, his own filled with worry.
“The baby… he kicked.”
Mac’s face clears, and he smiles. “Really?”
“Yeah. You can’t feel it on the outside yet, but every so often, I can feel him moving.”
He reaches out, his hand hovering over the bump.
“May I?”
“Of course. I’m sorry about what I said the other night. You don’t need my permission to touch. He’s yours.”
“And you? Are you mine, too?”
“Always.”
He smiles and puts his hand on the bump, and even though I’ve told him he won’t be able to feel anything, I adjust the position of his hand to where the movement was.
“What does it feel like?” he asks.
“It varies. Sometimes it’s like being tickled from the inside… like butterflies. But I think he’s been moving around a little more over the last few days. From time to time, like just now, I get a much more defined feeling of something… I don’t know… stretching inside me. Like he’s making his presence felt.”
Mac rubs his hand over the bump, then brings it up, cupping my face. “I’m glad.”
“What about?”
“That I didn’t miss this… that I’m gonna be here for at least some of your pregnancy.”
“Be grateful you missed the morning sickness. It wasn’t pretty.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not grateful I missed any of it. I—I wish I could turn back the clock.”
I pull away slightly so I can see him properly. “To undo this?”
