Let the Fussing Begin…
“Jason, stop!” she said, trying not to smile and failing miserably as she allowed him to pull her into his arms so that he could wrap his arms around her and press a kiss against her neck.
“Never,” he promised against her neck with a smile as he laid his hand over her still flat stomach.
“You’re spoiling me,” she said with a groan as she looked down at the large spread that he’d put out for her and then at the clock above the stove and winced when she noted the time. “It’s after midnight.”
“So, it is,” he murmured thoughtfully… Read More