“Me? I’m fine. It’s her. It’s the hormones. I know everyone says its bad, that pregnant women are emotional, but I had no idea.” He shakes his head.
“Yeah, I’ve watched Melissa go through this before, but Kate really brings a whole new meaning to the experience.”
“Fuck. You don’t know the half of it.” He leans back in his chair.
I lean against the door jam and nod. “Tell me.”
“She’s out of control.” He pauses, meets my gaze and holds it with his hard stare. “I feel like a little bitch even admitting to this, but ...” He takes his baseball hat off and rubs his fingers down his face before adjusting it back in place.
“Spit it out. What?”
“She wants to fuck. Like all the time. All. The. Time.”
“And that’s a problem how? Isn’t that what you two have been doing since you got together?” I can’t keep the humor from my voice, or resist the little laugh that escapes my lips. He drops his chin and exhales audibly. I bite my lip so I won’t laugh at him, but really? When has a guy ever complained about this?
“She wants it rough and hard,” he mutters.
I can’t believe this is a real issue. I shake my head and roll my eyes. “So, give it to her rough and hard.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “But what about the baby? It’s not safe. I’m not putting my child in danger to get my woman off!”
“Oh, my God!” I’m in a fit of giggles now and Jon’s face is stained red with the blush that’s worked its way up his neck. “You can’t hurt the baby by having sex.”
“I know that. But the way she wants me, I’m afraid I will.”
I wipe away the tears and try to get myself under control, but this is the best thing I’ve heard all day. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny. This is a real problem.”
“I’m glad you’re taking my fears seriously,” he grinds out.
“Kate’s in her last trimester. This is normal.”
“Normal? She’s been like this for months. She’s more demanding each week.”
“Yeah, I remember Melissa telling me about this when she was pregnant with Claire. Once she stopped feeling sick, she was horny all the time.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. She also used to have these crazy erotic dreams. Once she woke up after a dream of banging Ed Sheeran and swore it was the best sex of her life. Drew took up guitar lessons that next week. Melissa cut him off at the hair dye though. He said he wanted to fulfill her every fantasy. He was even willing to go ginger for her.”
“Going ginger. That’s love.” Humor pulls at the hard line of Jon’s lips, but sorrow sours my amusement.
“Jon, what went wrong? Drew and Melissa are the perfect couple. I’ve always thought that. But if things can go south for them after all these years, well, it makes me question, you know, what if ...” I pause. I can’t say aloud the thoughts swirling in my head.
“Tell me what’s up, QT. Share for share. What you say can’t be any more embarrassing than what I admitted.”
I nod and avert my eyes. I can tell Jon anything. After everything we’ve been through, he’s still one of my best friends. “What if marrying Tate is a mistake?” Oh, God. I squeeze my eyes shut at my own admission. I can hardly believe these thoughts picking at my sanity, let alone say them out loud.
“Evie.” Jon’s stern voice commands my attention and I meet his gaze. I don’t see the censure I expect, though. His eyes are kind and full of understanding. “You can’t let someone else’s mistakes get in the way of your own happiness.”
“I know. You’re right.” And I do know that, but ... “I just ... This thing with my sister is making me question whether I’m rushing into this wedding.”
Jon chuckles and spins in his chair. “Well, you kind of are.”
“What?” I snap and stop his chair from completing another rotation.
His lips pull up at the edges, but he contains his laughter. “You and Tate. You’ve been in a rush since you got together, but it’s obvious as to why. Evie, don’t you love him?”
“With everything I am.” I blow out a breath, along with my self-doubts.
