“How many times a day?” Quinn asked, taking her hand and gave it a gentle tug that had her following him back to his desk.
“She didn’t set a limit,” Dylan said, tossing the brochures on his desk and-
“Those are brochures for the strawberry festival,” Quinn pointed out.
“I didn’t think that you could handle the real brochures, not when I knew that it would traumatize you,” Dylan said with a heartfelt sigh as he reached for her.
“That was very considerate of you,” Quinn said, leaning down to kiss the little pain in the ass and-
“I know,” she said, making him smile as he followed the doctor’s orders.
Wednesday
“Shit!”Quinn bit out when he realized how late it was.
He had to stop by the Peterson project on the way home only to find out that one of the vendors fucked up and sent the wrong drywall, forcing him to make a late-night run to Home Depot to grab two truckloads of the right drywall and rush back to the house to install it. Now, he was fucking exhausted, Quinn thought as he climbed out of his truck and headed inside.
A few minutes later, he was pulling off the rest of his clothes and tossing them in the hamper before he stepped into the shower and closed his eyes as he dropped his head beneath the spray of hot water and-
Felt his lips twitch when he heard the familiar soft sigh that drove him crazy.
“More bad news?” Quinn asked, wiping the water off his face as he looked back to find his wife joining him.
“I’m afraid so,” Dylan said, following that up with another sigh and a sad shake of her head as he reached for her.
“What is it this time?” Quinn asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Shower sex is apparently very beneficial for the baby,” Dylan said with a look that told him that it pained her to tell him this.
“You can’t argue with science,” Quinn said as she ran her hand down his chest.
“No,” Dylan murmured softly as she wrapped her hand around him, “you can’t.”
Thursday
Quinn yawnedas he reached over and turned off his alarm clock and-
“You’re not going to believe this,” Dylan said with a sad shake of her head as she crawled onto his bed. “Apparently, there are a lot of benefits to having sex first thing in the morning.”
“Then, I don’t see how we have a choice,” Quinn said as he pulled her into his arms only to decide that they were going to have to do this every morning.
For the baby’s sake, of course.
Friday
Where the hell was she?Quinn wondered as he stared up at his ceiling. He spent thirty minutes in the shower, hoping that she would join him only to give and head to bed where he’d waited another hour for her and…
Still nothing.
He glanced at his bedroom door and-
He missed her and he realized that it had nothing to do with sex. He wanted to be with her, wanted to touch her, and hold her in his arms while she slept, and he was done playing this fucking game. He pushed the covers off and made his way upstairs, needing to see her and pull her into his arms.
He-
“You’re not going to believe this,” came the softly murmured words that had his lips twitching as he stepped into her bedroom.
“Oh, yeah?” he murmured, unable to take his eyes off her as he made his way across the large bedroom.
