Page 125 of Dirty

“I’m sorry. Not tonight. Let’s just make love.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

He set the bottle aside.

He bit into a piece of grilled peach, and then leaned forward. I sank my teeth into it what protruded from his mouth, and we nibbled at it until our lips met. Then, he kissed me passionately. As I always did with Adam’s kisses, I allowed it to consume me.

In what seemed like an instant, the sun was setting. Purples, oranges and pinks were melting along the horizon.

“It’s time,” I said.

Naked, we turned toward the horizon and watched the sunset together while we ate fruit.

That night, as the sun set along the horizon, things were different between us.

And, on that night, the glow of orange across the water seemed to hang on for a little bit longer than normal. The pinks seemed more vibrant, too. In the few minutes before the sun disappeared completely, the sky seemed to illuminate with a colorful electricity.

It might have been the fall weather or the Sana Anna winds.

Or the few clouds that floated low in the sky.

It might have been the eyes that were viewing it, too. The changes that were taking place inside of me very well may have influenced my vision.

I had known for an hour.

But I wanted to wait for the perfect moment to tell Adam.

And, at that instant that the day turns into night, when the sky was aglow with the most beautiful of colors, I realized it was time.

I turned toward him. The sound of the ocean filled my left ear. I closed my eyes, and then opened them again.

“Adam,” I said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Did you do your hair?”

“No.”

His eyes searched my face. “You look different.”

“I…”

He touched my cheek. “Change your makeup?”

I sighed. “No.”

“There’s something,” he said. “I’ll figure it out.

He knew me all too well.

I liked that about him, too.

I took a breath. “Adam.” I exhaled. “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes lit up. “We’re having a baby?”

I bit into my lower lip and nodded my head. “Yeah,” I said. “We are.”

The first time I’d seen him cry was the night we met.