We both laughed.
“Well, right now I don’t need any Viagra.” He took my hand and placed it in his lap. His dick was hard. “You feel that?”
“How could I miss it?”
“Still want dinner?”
I started rubbing him. “No, I only want you.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine.”
“We need to decide where we’re going to live.”
“Your penthouse is a hell of a lot bigger than my apartment.”
“I know, but I’m thinking we need to go house hunting.”
I was stunned. “House hunting?”
“Yeah, I plan to have you knocked up by the spring so we’re going to need more space. Plus, children don’t need to be in high-rises; especially not on the penthouse level.”
Damn, he was ready to have kids already! I tried to envision myself pregnant, with a bad back, and carrying thirty or forty extra pounds on my poor knees. I sure hoped they had cute maternity clothes. I’d never bothered to check into it.
“Earth to Rayne! Earth to Rayne!”
“Sorry, I was tripping off that knocked up by spring comment.”
“We’re not getting any younger.”
“True. I guess I’m ready for kids, but you’re taking the night shift. You know how I love to get my sleep.”
I was serious about that comment. I didn’t play when it came to getting my beauty rest; I never had. If I didn’t sleep but four or five hours a night, I slept like a rock when I did. The odds of me hearing a baby crying in another room—nursery monitor or not—were slim to none.
“I’ll take all the shifts, if I have to. I can’t wait to see what you and I will look like blended into one.”
“Should be an interesting combination.”
“You still have that chocolate whipped cream in the fridge?” Yardley asked as we headed for my place.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just contemplating the possibilities.”
He reached over and started rubbing my clit through my pants while I continued to fondle him.
“Contemplate away,” I whispered. “Contemplate away.”
Thirty-two
Yardley
September 2004
There’s nothing like birthday sex. Rayne and I brought my thirtieth one in with a bang. We spent the evening before addressing our wedding invitations. Two months from the wedding and counting, so it was time to send them out. I c
ould tell she was getting frustrated with the wedding plans. Not because she didn’t want a nice wedding. The details were overwhelming her. Mom wanted a seating chart for the reception and Rayne was already stressing over who to sit beside who. She didn’t want anyone to be offended if they weren’t close enough to the head table. It was such a big deal that many of my relatives were already requesting tablemates and they hadn’t even been officially invited yet.