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eyes met and I saw my desire mirrored there. The fact that he wanted me like this, just days short of my due date and not having had a proper shower in too long, made me want him even more. We both knew it wasn’t going to happen, not right now. Still, we basked in the moment, each of us knowing that the lack of sex had nothing to do with a lack of interest.
    Without taking my eyes from his, I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. I hated sleeping in it anyway. Patrick’s longing gaze flicked down and he groaned.
    “Babe, you’re killing me.” He handed me my nightgown.
    I smiled. “Just giving you something to think about so you don’t go running off to the thin, gorgeous woman upstairs.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Get dressed before I’m tempted to disobey doctor’s orders.”
    I obediently pulled my nightgown over my head. I knew he’d never do anything to endanger our daughter, or me, but it was nice to know how hard it was for him to keep his hands off me. I sat on the edge of the bed and brushed out my hair while Patrick got undressed. I let myself enjoy the view as he stripped down to his form-fitting boxers. There were men who were more muscular, ones who were taller, but I’d never wanted anyone other than him. I braided my hair, grimacing at the feel of it. Figuring out a way to thoroughly wash it was going to the top of my list of things to do tomorrow.
    I pushed myself back on the bed, feeling a pinch in my side. I groaned from the dull ache that had erupted in the last few days. It felt like the baby had been kicking the same spot right up under my ribs. It was no wonder. Despite the fact that my stomach was huge, I imagined that the space inside was still cramped for the baby. I sighed as I settled against the massive collection of pillows. Who would have thought that lying in bed all day, waiting for a baby, would be so tiring?
    Patrick walked around to the other side of the bed but didn’t climb in. He looked at me, concern on his face. “Maybe I should sleep on the floor.”
    “What?” I stared at him in disbelief. One of the reasons I wanted to get out of that hospital bed, aside from my dislike of hospitals in general, was that I missed having Patrick lying next to me. It had been four nights without the comfort of feeling his arms around me, snuggled together in bed.
    “What if I roll over in the middle of the night and I hurt you?” His hand fisted in the bedspread. “I don’t want to take that risk.”
    I held out my hand. “Come to bed, love. Please. I can’t sleep without you next to me.”
    I could see the decision warring on his face. After a moment, he climbed in, putting himself at the furthest edge he could manage. I rolled my eyes and laughed at my silly husband.
    “Babe,” I said. “I’m not made of glass. You can touch me.” I let my voice drop. “I want you to touch me.”
    He rolled over on his side so he was facing me, raising an eyebrow. “That’s just evil.”
    “I never said I played fair.” I stretched out my arm so that I could brush my fingers along the side of his face. “Hold me.”
    He edged closer. He wanted to take me in his arms, I could see it written all over his face, but he was terrified that he’d hurt me or Victoria. I didn’t say anything and I didn’t try to move. I knew if I pushed, he’d get up and sleep on the floor, saying I wouldn’t be able to rest comfortably with him there. I smiled as his body brushed against mine. With gentle ease, Patrick maneuvered himself so that he could get one arm around my shoulders and rest the other one just below the bulk of my baby bump, which by now was far from being a bump. I gave a contented sigh.
    “I missed this,” he confessed as his hand made small circles on my stomach.
    “Me, too,” I said. My eyelids were suddenly heavy. I hadn’t been sure how easy it would be to fall asleep in a strange house, but with Patrick next to me now, it wouldn’t be a problem at all.
    “I love you,”