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If it were possible to die of embarrassment, I’d be six feet under.
I just needed to keep my eyes on the prize. His thrusts were speeding up. This shouldn’t take too much longer.
The clock on my nightstand read 9:13. We’d started a little after 9, so it would definitely be over soon.
Oh, shit.
My gaze flicked to his face. He hadn’t caught me looking at the clock, had he?
But no. Ryan was thrusting away, with his eyes locked on our headboard.
Why isn’t he looking at me?
When we’d first gotten together, you couldn’t pry Ryan off me. He couldn’t get enough of my body.
But now…
I don’t know what I’d done. I wish that he’d just talk to me… if he would just tell me what was wrong, then I could do something about it.
Was he anxious about having a baby with me?
He hadn’t sounded anxious when I’d brought this up a few weeks back, reminding him of the timeline we’d agreed on years ago when the two of us started dating. He’d just shrugged when I told him I was tossing out the rest of my birth control.
Or was this job stress? He had been working a lot of late nights recently…
Ryan started grunting, diving into me faster. Then suddenly, he yanked his dick out of me, pumping himself furiously. He came with a shout, and a warm splat landed on my lower belly.
Oh.
I tried not to think of that section in Target, with the itty-bitty socks and onesies and the mobiles with the smiling animals… the section that I never had a real reason to walk through.
This wasn’t the end of the world… there was always next time.
I must have moved too much, stretching the muscles in my legs that had been locked still for too long, when I felt warmth drip down.
“Damn it,” Ryan snapped.
He grabbed the comforter, hastily wiping between my legs.
I’d just finished washing all the sheets and blankets this morning.
Great.
I waited until he crumpled up my favorite bedding into a ball and hurled it across the room, landing just next to the hamper.
Well, it was now or never. Right after my husband had just orgasmed was the best time to ask him for things.
“So, are you free for date night on Friday?”
Ryan yawned, scratching the hair on his belly. He reached down to the floor, grabbing his pants and yanking them back on. “Yeah, sounds good.”
“Can we try that new Mediterranean place?”
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
Okay, it was game on for date night.
I don’t know why, or when it had happened, but things between the two of us seemed… tense lately.
