‘Where are we going?’
‘I don’t know. I’ll make a few calls.’ He’s happily packing his case, but then he looks up at me where I’m leaning on the door frame. ‘Aren’t you going to pack?’
‘Well, I don’t know where I’m going. Hot, cold? Car, plane?’
‘Car.’ he asserts firmly, turning to reach for more t-shirts. ‘You can’t fly.’
‘What do you mean, I can’t fly?’ I blurt to his back.
‘I don’t know. Cabin pressure.’ His naked shoulders shrug. ‘It might squish the babies.’
I laugh because if I don’t, I might bash him around the head instead. ‘Tell me you’re joking.’
He slowly turns to face me. He’s not impressed by my humour. It’s written all over that bloody perfect face. ‘I don’t joke when it comes to you, Ava. You should know that.’
He’s being ridiculous. ‘Cabin pressure won’t squish our babies, Jesse. If you’re taking me away, then you’re taking me on a plane.’ I very nearly stamp my foot to assert my order.
He looks a little shocked by my demand, and he slips into thought, munching his lip, the cogs slowly starting to kick into action. ‘It’s not safe for pregnant women to fly.’ he says quietly. ‘I’ve read about it.’
‘Where have you read about it?’ I ask on a laugh, fearing he’s about to produce some sort of Guide to Pregnancy manual. I stop laughing immediately when he reaches between his suits and produces a Guide to Pregnancy manual.
‘In here.’ He holds it up sheepishly. ‘You should also be taking folic acid.’
I gape at the book being dangled in front of me and watch with a mixture of astonishment and amusement as he starts flicking through the pages. There are pages folded over at the corners, and I think I even see a glimpse of a passage highlighted with a neon pen. He knows what he’s looking for, and I can do nothing more than stand and stare as my beautiful, neurotic control freak finds it.
‘Here, look.’ He shoves the book under my nose and points to the centre of the page, where a section has been highlighted in neon pink. ‘The Department of Health recommends that women should take a daily supplement of four hundred micrograms of folic acid while they are trying to conceive, and should continue taking this dose for the first twelve weeks of pregnancy when the baby’s spine is developing.’ He frowns. ‘But we have two babies, so maybe you should take eight hundred micrograms.’
My heart swells to bursting point. ‘I love you.’ I say on a smile.
‘I know.’ He flicks some more pages. ‘The flying bit is here somewhere. Just…’
I smack the book from his hands and we both follow its fall to the floor, where it bumps around before settling. He looks up at me with narrowed eyes, his lips pressing into a straight line. It just makes me smirk, which makes him scowl harder. I kick the book. He gasps.
‘Pick the book up.’ he snarls.
‘Stupid book.’ I kick it again. I’m still grinning.
‘Pick the book up, Ava.’
‘No.’ I snap back petulantly. I know exactly what I’m doing here. My eyes are delighting at the fierceness seeping from his refined physique.
He raises those eyebrows. He’s thinking really hard about this. He knows my game. Then three fingers appear in front of my face. ‘Three.’ he whispers.
My grin widens as I bat his hand away. ‘Two,’ I counter.
He’s trying his hardest to conceal his own grin. ‘One,’
‘Zero, baby.’ I finish for him and squeal in delight as I’m hoofed up over his shoulder, with conviction but care, and carted into the bedroom. I’m laughing hard as I’m dropped to the bed, with way too much precision, before he blankets me and brushes my hair from my face.
‘Lady, when will you learn?’ he asks, cupping the back of my head and raising it a to meet his nose.
‘Never,’ I admit.
He smiles that smile, reserved only for me. ‘I hope you don’t. Kiss me.’
‘What if I don’t?’ I ask. I so will. And he knows it.
Reaching down, he rests the tip of his finger on the hollow void above my hipbone. I hold my breath. ‘We both know you’re going to kiss me, Ava.’ His lips tickle mine. ‘Let’s not waste valuable time when I could be losing myself in you. Kiss me now.’
My tongue slides from my mouth, meeting with his bottom lip, and I perform my own little tease, lightly skimming until he submits and lets his own tongue make an appearance. We meet in the middle and circle sweetly until he moans and attacks my mouth with brute force. I mentally chalk a tally for me. I’m as impossible for him to resist as he is for me.