What I feel for Franny is nothing like that. It’s primal, greedy, jealous and a range of other emotions that are all-consuming, yet I’m sure it’s love. Just a messier version of it. Instead of an unseen current it’s a tsunami I can see and feel coming. It’s terrifying but I know that there is nothing I can do to change the tide, and I wouldn’t want to even if I could.

“Are you still planning on meeting me at the doctor’s office tomorrow for my appointment?” Franny asks, dragging me from my thoughts as she comes out of the bathroom, massaging lotion into her hands.

“Yes.” I take her in as she walks towards where I’m sitting with her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head and her face clean of makeup. The tank top and shorts she has on are both tight enough to give a glimpse of the slight roundness of her stomach. You’d have to be paying close attention to notice that she’s pregnant or know her intimately to see how much her body has changed over the last few weeks. And being well acquainted with every inch of her now, I’ve noticed every minute detail, from the change in the color of her nipples to how sensitive certain parts of her have gotten. “Three, right?” I smile as she removes the laptop off my lap and places it on the bedside table.

“Yes.” She climbs up onto the bed and straddles my lap. “But if you’re a little late, it’s okay.” Her soft hands slide up my chest and come to rest on my shoulders. “Before I see the doctor I have to have some blood drawn and that usually takes some time.”

“I won’t be late.”

“Well if you are it’s okay, I know you have meetings tomorrow.”

“I do, but I still won’t be late.” I circle her waist with my hands and slide them up under her tank, watching her pupils dilate.

“Do you need to work right now?” The question is soft and breathy, giving away the real question she wants to ask.

“Absolutely not.” I slide her tank top up her waist. I lose her smile as I tug the material over her head. Tossing it aside, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her forward so I can capture her mouth. Cupping her breast in my free hand, she gasps, and I pull back to scan my eyes over hers. “Sensitive?” I thumb her nipple.

“Very.” Her hips shift forward, dragging her covered pussy along my erection, and her breath hitches while my cock throbs. “Oh.” She whimpers, digging her nails into my skin when I lean forward and swirl my tongue around her nipple before dragging it into my mouth, tugging at the tight bud. “Dayton.”