“T-that it was positive.”
“You were?”
“I can’t lie to myself.”
“Does that mean you’ll have the child?”
“I still have to think this through. I’ve only known for less than an hour that I even might be.”
He brushed his hand down her hair. “What do you need right now?”
“Would you hold me for a bit? On the bed. I don’t want to be alone with this yet.”
“I’d like that.” He took off his suit jacket and tie and threw them on a couch, then walked to the bedroom with her. They both laid down on the mattress. When he eased her to him, she nestled into his shoulder and put her hand on his chest.
No conversation was necessary.
* * *
They awoke on Saturday morning, stretched out on the lush bed covered with a throw. She was cuddled into him as if she belonged there. “Hmm, we fell asleep?”
“You did. Then I didn’t want to wake you and I was tired anyway so I grabbed the blanket at the bottom of the mattress and laid back. We both conked out quickly.”
She smiled. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Are you going to get sick again?”
“No.” She put her hand on her stomach. “I feel great. I just have to pee.”
He laid there with his hands behind his neck staring up at the fan on the vaulted ceiling. Her bedroom was a showpiece too.
She came back in. He noticed now she’d brushed her hair and it fell luxuriously to her shoulders. She carried coffee for him, tea for herself. He said, “You look cute.”
“Oh, sure. I washed off all my makeup.”
“You don’t need it.”
“There’s a bathroom off the first bedroom. It’s got stuff to clean up.”
“After coffee.”
“About that.” She set the mugs on the nightstand and put a knee on the bed. “Nick, I want to make love.”
“Hmm.” He thought about objecting. But right now with the sun slanting over her face in a healthy glow, he wanted it too. “I’d like that. Very much.”
“Do you still think we can be friends afterward.”
“Who the hell cares right now?”
She laughed out loud.
He eased off the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. She slipped out of the suit and helped him with the rest of his clothes. Then she slid her hand down to his groin. And rubbed.
“God, that feels good.” He reached out and pressed his hand between her legs, explored her. She was already wet.
“Feels good for me, too.”
He eased her to the bed and stretched her out. Then he joined her; the sheets seemed softer now, the sun warmer.
