"Is that good or bad?"
"I am not sure," she says with a gleam in her eyes, then yelps when I pat her behind.
"What was that for?" She frowns.
"Couldn’t help it. Your posterior is so beautifully rounded, that when I am near you, I have to squeeze it."
She reaches behind and grabs a hold of my butt, "Now we’re even." She pouts, "Don’t expect to cop a feel without—" She stutters as I grip her under her ass and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist.
"Now we are even," I smirk.
She scowls, "That’s not fair."
"Life’s not fair, baby." I pivot, head for the door, and she peers up at me.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To dinner."
"Dinner, but—"
"Aren’t you hungry?"
"It’s not that. It’s just..." She hesitates and I pause glance down at her.
"If we stay here, I am going to fuck you and that’s not what I want."
"Why not?"
"I don’t want to hurt you, not when you are in this condition."
"I am pregnant, not unwell."
"Exactly," I nod, "this early in the pregnancy, it’s best to be safe."
"Is that what the doctor said?"
I hesitate and she huffs, "See? That’s what I mean; I don’t know where you got it into your head that just because I am pregnant, you can’t make love to me."
"I’d rather wait until it’s completely safe to do so."
"But the doctor never said any such thing."
"It’s what I am saying."
"So, now you know better than the doctor?"
"Let’s just say that when it comes to your well-being, I am taking no chances."
"This is ridiculous." She pouts. "I want you to fuck me and you are turning me down?"
"Oh, trust me. There’s nothing I’d rather do more, but in this case, there’s something more important than you and me at stake here."
She frowns, "You mean the baby?"
"Our baby." I nod, "I’d rather you feel better before I fuck you again."
She throws up her hands, "I’ve never heard anything crazier than that. I mean, are you hearing yourself? You’re all worried for no reason."
"I’d rather be more careful than not."
She blows out a breath, "I am not changing your mind on this, am I?"
I shake my head.
"Fine, whatever," She folds her arms across her chest, stares straight ahead, as I head out of the door. I walk down the stairs and to the terrace on the first floor. I cross the breadth of it to a sheltered alcove and she draws in a breath, "What’s this?"