Ava opened one eye. "The part where I cry for no reason?"
"Nope."
She turned her head. "Okay, what?"
He grinned. "Your boobs are bigger. More for me."
Ava burst out laughing. "Lucas!" she swatted at him, cheeks red.
"I'm just saying," he said, shrugging as if he were giving a weather report. "It's a scientific observation."
"Pervert."
He leaned down and kissed her ear. "I'm your pervert, my little virgin."
She groaned and laughed again, pressing her forehead to the mirror. "You will never stop calling me that, will you?"
"Not a chance."
Still facing the mirror, Lucas held her gently, hands caressing her breasts. He watched as she closed her eyes, and felt the way her body hummed against his. He took both nipples between his fingers, circling them around.
"You carry my child." He whispered in her ears, still barely believing it.
"Yes…" she responded, eyes still closed.
