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think. Man, this pregnancy thing really
seemed to be playing havoc with her emotional stability she thought.
    Max came and slipped
into the car, saying nothing about her leaving him at the reception
by himself.
    “ Next
appointment is next month on the ninth,” he informed her.
    She nodded her head,
raising her phone to punch the information into her calendar as Max
continued to study her.
    “ Are
you okay?” he asked.
    “ I
am great,” she replied not knowing why she suddenly had a lump
in her throat and a great desire to just…bawl into Max’
shoulder.
    “ God,
I hate pregnancy hormones,” she said instead.
    “ Are
you already feeling those?” Max asked curiously.
    Christine shrugged.
“It’s a roller coaster in here baby,” she said. Max
laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders, rubbing gently at it
in an absent minded manner. His thoughts seemed to be preoccupying
him quite a bit.
    “ What
are you thinking about?” she asked.
    He widened his lips in
what she supposed he took for a smile and looked her in the eye.
“Well if you must know, I was wondering what would be the best
way to ask you to move in with me?”
    Christine stared at
him, “Is that really necessary?”
    “ Maybe
not necessary per se but it's something I would really appreciate if you could find
it in your heart to do so.”
    “ Why?”
she asked leaning closer to him. Mostly because the massaging of her
shoulders was making her melt into a puddle of content and she didn’t
feel like holding herself up but also so she didn’t miss a
single expression on his face.
    “ I
want to take care of you,” he said completely spoiling the
mood. Christine sighed irritably and straightened up.
    “ I
don’t need you to-“ she began.
    “ I
know you don’t need me. I know that,” he cut in. “That’s
why I’m asking if you wouldn’t mind too terribly if I did
it anyway.”
    “ And
if I do mind?” she challenged, staring at him with unblinking
eyes.
    Max shrugged. “If
its too much of a hardship for you, then there is very little I can
do about it. I can’t force you after all.”
    “ That
is true,” she replied.
    “ But
will you consider it?”
    Christine turned her
head to look at him properly. “I guess…well I guess you
have every right to experience every moment of this pregnancy as much
as I do. But just to be clear, staying in the same house doesn’t
mean that we…you know.”
    We…what?”
Max asked in what looked like genuine puzzlement.
    “ We
don’t…you know…do it,” Christine said her
face hot.
    Max stared at her in
puzzlement for almost five minutes before his face cleared. “Oh
you mean sex,” he grinned.
    “ Yes,
I mean sex. Don’t think I don’t know how you French men
are.”
    “ Hey!
I’m only half French. And it's my American parent who's a
slut.”
    “ Well
good on her. So now that we’ve cleared all that up,”
Christine said making a circle with her hand to encompass their
conversation. “We can agree that yes, I’ll be moving in
but to my own room.”
    “ Your
own suite of rooms in case your grandmother can be enticed to join
you.”
    “ I
wouldn’t count on it but hey…I’m not saying no to
that suite.”
    Max clapped his hands
once. “Great, I’ll get someone in to redecorate to your
exact specifications.”
    Christine opened her
mouth to protest the lack of necessity for that but Max was already
shaking his head in rejection of her sentiments.
    “ That’s
what we’re doing. I want you to be comfortable and feel at
home. You won’t do that surrounded by my things. You’re not a guest – this is to be your home.”
    Christine
lifted a hand to stop his diatribe.“I get it,” she said
with a wry twist of her mouth. Max’ eyes dropped to her lips –
she was wearing dark lipstick again today and when her lips were
twisted like that it was like she was just inviting him to kiss…he
dropped his eyes to get away from temptation but they landed in the v
made by her