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I close"Je nesuis pasuh"--I look up at hinant"

"Enceinte," he says His eyeswhat the chances are that he will take off his clothes and oes to work

He pushes away, but I can see the tight bunching of his dress pants where he’s hard beneath his zipper

I pal my back "Ten row a little pained "I can’t"

"I know"

"I’m so sorry, Mia" His eyes search ? But you’re here and I’ret it?"

"Stop," I tell hi my hand around the shape of hi time" His eyes flutter closed when I say this, and he pushes intohie, isn’t it?" he asks quietly, pressing his face to my neck "But it isn’t fake It’s never really been pretend"

In a wild burst of color, ih ia, so one nearly every waking minute The aardness of the first time we made love after we arrived The renewed heat between us the night I dressed up as his maid I would no more be able to serve Ansel with an annulment than I would be able to swi to do?" I ask,on the last word

My sunshine Ansel returns as he pulls back with a smile, as if he knows only one of us at a time is allowed to consider the darker side to our i to have a lot of sex when I get home from work" This tiet ain"

The comforter flaps over one, and all I hear is the heavy click of the front door

IT TAKES A while for Mada a baby--she’s deterhts on the new puppy in the building and the fresh grapes at the corner er for me to convince her that we are not Her joy over my sih to make me want to try to order lunch in French

But the far less approachable grouchy waiter with the wild eyebrows at the corner brasserie makes rave; l’oignon--in lish

I wonder how many of the people in Ansel’s life assunant Even though he was gone for only three weeks, who knohat the people in his life assume? And then I wonder: Has he told his ht now ly inside? Enceinte is such a gorgeous word Evenfull--full of hi between us Even if a baby isn’t growing insidehope Immediately,him, Do your parents know you’re married?

How has it never occurred to me to ask him this yet?

He doesn’t anshile I eat, and it isn’t until nearly an hour has passed and I’h curving alleys, when