He groaned. “Can we skip to that?”
“Eat your dinner.”
We settled into the meal, all the while, my nerves feeling a little rattled. There was no reason to be on edge, and yet I was.
“You know, it always makes me a little nervous when I feel like you're hiding something,” he said, taking my hand. “Pavlovian response.”
“I do have something to tell you.”
I could see him steady himself.
“Want to go to the couch?”
He shook his head. “No, I want you to tell me what’s going on.”
I moved my chair next to him and took his hands, trying to figure out the best way to share this. Finally, I decided on the direct route.
“Devin.”
“Serena.” His voice sounded apprehens
ive.
“You knocked me up again.”
It took him a moment to register what I said. Then a slow grin came to his face. “I did?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He stood, pulling me up with him. He cradled my face in his hands. “It just keeps getting better and better with you.” His hand went to my belly. “How? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Remember back in June when I had the flu?”
“Yes.”
“I missed a few. I’m sorry—”
“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, baby.” He grinned. “Andrew is going to be a big brother.”
“Yes.” I was relieved. We’d talked about more kids in an abstract sort of way, but hadn’t made any specific plans so I wasn’t sure how he’d feel.
“I’ll get to see it all. See you ripe with my child in you.”
I snorted. “You mean fat.”
“See our child as a baby.”
I felt bad that he’d missed that with Andrew.
“I love you so much.” He kissed me hard and maneuvered me to the bed. “Is it perverse that thinking of impregnating you makes me hard?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Is it okay to have sex?”
“Yes,” I said pulling him down over me.
“Lots of it? Because I’m feeling particularly horny.”