baby? Not so much.” The chair rocked slowly under them, stirring the heavy air around them. “Goddamn, it’s hot.”
“So hot. There’s not even the slightest breeze.”
“Supposed to last another couple of days,” Mac said.
“Thank God for central air.”
“I was thinking we ought to shut it off in our room and have sweaty heat-wave sex.”
For the first time in hours, Maddie laughed. “Leave it to you to want that.”
“Come on. You know you want it, too. We can work around the monthly thing.”
“The monthly thing was gone as fast as it came.”
“Wait… so it only lasted a day?”
“Less than, actually.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m overly obsessed with what goes on down there, but doesn’t it usually last a lot longer than that?”
“Yeah. It’s probably the heat or something.”
“Or something.”
“What does that mean?”
“What if you really are pregnant, and the one-day period was a false alarm?”
The possibility hit Maddie like a lightning bolt to the heart. “That doesn’t happen. Does it?”
“Might be time to pee on a stick, my love.”
All of a sudden, tears were flowing down her cheeks in a flood that couldn’t be contained.
“Hmmm, nonstop crying, emotional ups and downs…” Mac cupped her breast, making her startle from the almost shocking sensation that tore through her from the simple caress. “Sensitive breasts… I’m not a detective, but it seems like I might’ve witnessed these signs once before.”
“Don’t get my hopes up. I can’t bear to not be pregnant twice in two days.”
“Tomorrow we’ll buy a test and get an answer.” He kissed her neck and jaw, blazing a trail to her lips. “Since there’s nothing we can do to resolve this dilemma tonight, how about I try to get your mind off it with some sweaty heat-wave sex?”
“That might help as long as you don’t care if I cry the whole time.”
“As long as you’re crying from the pleasure, I’m fine with a few tears.” He kissed her and patted her bottom to get her to stand. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
While he was gone, Maddie leaned against the rail, looking down on the yard as she thought of the possibility Mac had suggested. It was odd for her period to only last a day and not even a full day at that.
Mac returned carrying the handheld baby monitor, which he set on one of the teak tables that was part of their deck set. Then he set about removing the pads from two of the lounge chairs. He put them on the deck and held out his hand to her.
“Right here?”
“Right here.”
She snuggled up to him on the makeshift bed, resting her head on his outstretched arm.
“I hate to see you sad about anything,” he said.
“I’m sorry. I’m being crazy, and I know it—”
He kissed her soundly, silencing her words as much as her worries. “You’re not crazy. You’re adorable, and I love you.”
“Don’t be nice to me, or I’ll start crying again.”
“Fine then. You’re a shrew and a hag, and I still love you.”
She laughed even as tears filled her eyes. “How did I land such a fabulous husband?”
“You were very, very, very lucky.”
“Yes, I was.”
“We both were. And I’ll tell you what, if it turns out you aren’t pregnant, we’ll try again next month.” As he spoke, he removed her T-shirt and panties as well as his own pajama pants.
“I thought you never wanted to go through that again.”
“I never again want to see you in any sort of pain or danger. That’s the part I object to. Not the baby. So we’d do things differently this time. Make sure we’re where we need to be way before you’re due so there’s no chance of any drama.”
“Do you have any idea what it’d be like to have three kids under the age of five?”
“Worse than having two kids under the age of five?”
“I’ve heard it’s way worse.”
“You go from a man-to-man defense to a zone.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, basketball joke.
“So hot. There’s not even the slightest breeze.”
“Supposed to last another couple of days,” Mac said.
“Thank God for central air.”
“I was thinking we ought to shut it off in our room and have sweaty heat-wave sex.”
For the first time in hours, Maddie laughed. “Leave it to you to want that.”
“Come on. You know you want it, too. We can work around the monthly thing.”
“The monthly thing was gone as fast as it came.”
“Wait… so it only lasted a day?”
“Less than, actually.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m overly obsessed with what goes on down there, but doesn’t it usually last a lot longer than that?”
“Yeah. It’s probably the heat or something.”
“Or something.”
“What does that mean?”
“What if you really are pregnant, and the one-day period was a false alarm?”
The possibility hit Maddie like a lightning bolt to the heart. “That doesn’t happen. Does it?”
“Might be time to pee on a stick, my love.”
All of a sudden, tears were flowing down her cheeks in a flood that couldn’t be contained.
“Hmmm, nonstop crying, emotional ups and downs…” Mac cupped her breast, making her startle from the almost shocking sensation that tore through her from the simple caress. “Sensitive breasts… I’m not a detective, but it seems like I might’ve witnessed these signs once before.”
“Don’t get my hopes up. I can’t bear to not be pregnant twice in two days.”
“Tomorrow we’ll buy a test and get an answer.” He kissed her neck and jaw, blazing a trail to her lips. “Since there’s nothing we can do to resolve this dilemma tonight, how about I try to get your mind off it with some sweaty heat-wave sex?”
“That might help as long as you don’t care if I cry the whole time.”
“As long as you’re crying from the pleasure, I’m fine with a few tears.” He kissed her and patted her bottom to get her to stand. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
While he was gone, Maddie leaned against the rail, looking down on the yard as she thought of the possibility Mac had suggested. It was odd for her period to only last a day and not even a full day at that.
Mac returned carrying the handheld baby monitor, which he set on one of the teak tables that was part of their deck set. Then he set about removing the pads from two of the lounge chairs. He put them on the deck and held out his hand to her.
“Right here?”
“Right here.”
She snuggled up to him on the makeshift bed, resting her head on his outstretched arm.
“I hate to see you sad about anything,” he said.
“I’m sorry. I’m being crazy, and I know it—”
He kissed her soundly, silencing her words as much as her worries. “You’re not crazy. You’re adorable, and I love you.”
“Don’t be nice to me, or I’ll start crying again.”
“Fine then. You’re a shrew and a hag, and I still love you.”
She laughed even as tears filled her eyes. “How did I land such a fabulous husband?”
“You were very, very, very lucky.”
“Yes, I was.”
“We both were. And I’ll tell you what, if it turns out you aren’t pregnant, we’ll try again next month.” As he spoke, he removed her T-shirt and panties as well as his own pajama pants.
“I thought you never wanted to go through that again.”
“I never again want to see you in any sort of pain or danger. That’s the part I object to. Not the baby. So we’d do things differently this time. Make sure we’re where we need to be way before you’re due so there’s no chance of any drama.”
“Do you have any idea what it’d be like to have three kids under the age of five?”
“Worse than having two kids under the age of five?”
“I’ve heard it’s way worse.”
“You go from a man-to-man defense to a zone.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, basketball joke.
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