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“Stupid bloody hormones. I’m fine, honest.”
    “Did you mean it?”
    Nodding and sniffing, I said, “Absolutely. Just be safe and keep coming home to me.”
    Taking me by the waist, Liam shimmied me down the bed, spread my legs, and lay on top of me, groin to groin but off my stomach. I looked into his eyes and smiled at what I saw. I was confident the love I saw shining in them reflected my own. It was rare for me to be mushy, but to be honest; Liam always managed to chip away at my edges and made me melt with a simple word or touch. This time, it had been a double whammy and I was convinced I would be leaving a wet spot on the bed. “Always. Never doubt I’ll always come home to you, baby.” Definitely a puddle moment.
    His lips met mine and I opened to him, welcoming his tongue. The shiver travelling down my spine hit my sweet spot and had me arching in for more. Breaking the kiss, he left a trail of smooches down my neck. I happily angled my head to give him better access. I did love lots of sweet attention to my neck. As a content sigh escaped my parted lips, there was a knock on the front door. Liam’s kisses paused. He raised his head and looked at me, a frustrated smile on his lips.
    “You expecting anyone?”
    I shook my head in response. “Maybe it’s just Jehovah’s Witnesses. If we ignore them, they’ll just go away.”
    He laughed and continued to kiss down to my breasts, his hot mouth finding my nipple. “I like your way of thinking,” he said between nibbles.
    I pushed my sensitive breasts toward his mouth. I’d noticed they’d become increasingly tender over the last week. It was an added bonus when his mouth and hands wrapped around them. I sighed again, let my hands travel to his firm backside and squeezed.
    “I know you’re in there.” The voice travelled through the front door followed by a hard knock.
    “Shit,” I groaned. Bloody Ella would be experiencing the wrath of a horny, pregnant woman. Bloody cow.
    Liam laughed into my breasts and rolled off me. “You know she won’t leave. We best get up.”
    I huffed. Ella had a knack for being a cock blocker. Some best bloody friend she was. She regularly managed to interrupt us when I was getting happy, or about to. Her argument was that it was our fault for getting it on at every opportunity possible, and in some slightly obscure places. I had to give her kudos on the obscure. I was not one for public sex, but sometimes, we couldn’t help but find a large tree to hide behind. In my defence, though, the bottle tree at the races that one time was pretty huge. Liam had convinced me we were hidden. Ella had great delight, mid-thrust, letting us know we weren’t, making us aware that security were heading our way. But at 10 o’clock on a Saturday morning, I was allowed to be banging my hubby in bed. It was my God-given right. Well, that was my version of the vows we made to one another, anyway.
    “Okay, I’m getting up.” Getting out of bed, Liam smacked my arse and shifted quickly out the way when I turned to him. “Yeah, you better run.”
    Laughing, he headed to the bathroom while I threw on my PJs and headed to my best friend, who had no sense of timing.
     
    By the time Ella left, I had a list of jobs and was thoroughly exhausted, again. So much for a relaxing weekend. She’d talked me into needing a bubble bath and my bed, yet it was only early afternoon. Coming armed with baby books and a list of websites to visit, we’d worked out what I had to do. Okay, there was no we involved; it was a royal we for sure. She’d organised me, colour-coded me, and as a result, I had about a hundred bookmarked sites on my Google Chrome, all separated into damn folders. I hadn’t even realised you could create folders.
    I looked at my list and felt a little shell-shocked. Glancing around my kitchen, I considered how my life had moved on and changed over the years. With this thought, I couldn’t help the grin forming on my face even if I