The rest of the week was okay. I caught up on my cases, won and lost a few, and then I planned on relaxing most of the weekend.
Mark didn't leave once. He called whoever his boss was, informed him about how I was pregnant and he would only go on severe missions, or none at all. I understood he would be needed in the really difficult situations, but I loved how he was staying by my side.
I walked downstairs after a lovely night with him still asleep in my bed after a romantic night... well, sensual. I felt loved, cherished, and thoroughly sore in all the right, and best places. I heard commotion in the kitchen so went right there knowing I needed some milk. "Hey."
They were cleaning up the kitchen, drying the sort of wet dishes we all helped wash last night, and then scrubbing the ones w
