Later that night, I am lying in bed when Jake rolls over and props his chin on his hand. We have spent all afternoon putting the cradles together that Jake bought.
“Why didn’t you tell me what Selia said to you?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ear and looking down at me.
“I didn’t think much of it. We had the fight in the car, and I didn’t want to upset you.”
“We had a fight?” Jake laughs, c*****g an eyebrow at me. “Me? Fight with you? Never.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me.
So, it’s all in my head? I feel like I am getting whiplash with his sudden change in moods today, or maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones making me crazy. I have been temperamental lately, even snapping at poor Alisha the other day over the washing.
Jake deepens the kiss, pushing my legs apart with his
