“I thought of something.” I said this out of the clear blue as an idea popped into my head.
Alexander sat up and propped himself onto one elbow, eyebrows raised.
We’d spent a good hour or so in bed, and it had accomplished the desired effect. Obliterating the tension that had been threatening to suffocate us earlier, replacing it with pleasure. And a little pain.
We were lying there afterward comfortably entwined, spent and warm, with the breeze through the open windows skimming our sweaty bodies, when my idea arrived.
“You asked earlier if you could help me with anything pregnancy related. I thought of something that would make my life a lot easier.”
“Of course,” he said. “What do you need?”
“I need some sort of home office setup. It’s no longer comfortable at all to sit in be
