“More time for you to convince me to leave New York?”
“We really don’t have a reason to stay,” I said, threading my fingers through her hair. “If you’re going to teach, you can commute.”
“And if I don’t teach? If I decide to continue dancing instead?”
“I’ll buy season tickets.” I cupped her face in my hands, raising my eyebrow. “I never asked you to retire, Aubrey…I just think you need a break. You haven’t taken a week off in more than six years…”
“I am going to take a break…”
“Is it going to last longer than two days?”
“A lot longer…”
“Two weeks?”
“It’ll be at least nine months…”
“What?” I backed up, shocked. We’d stopped using protection once we moved in together, but she’d still taken birth control. "What are you saying, Aubrey?"
"I’m saying you’re going to be a father," she said, nearly whispering. “And I think that’s a good enough reason for us to stay…”
I was silent for several seconds, pressing my palm against her flat stomach.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “Is this not something that you wanted? I wanted to tell you this morning, but you were in a rush, so—”
I cut her off with a deep kiss and pulled her close, rubbing my hands against her bare back. “I’m more than okay…” I looked into her eyes. “It is something I wanted…”
She murmured, “I love you,” against my lips and I said it back.
Breathless, she leaned against the shower door. “Can you go fax my letter now? It would really be nice if, for once, I wasn’t late doing something because you have no self-control and were too busy f**king me.”
“I’ll definitely fax your letter…” I drew her lip into my mouth and squeezed her ass. “After the bathroom.”
**End of Episode 3**