I frown uncomprehendingly. What the fuck?
When I glance up, Gianna's hooded eyes clear, and she shifts uncomfortably before snapping her legs shut.
"I–I meant my period will come sometime tonight," she stammers. "And, um, if I orgasm, the contractions will just make it come faster, so I was–I am–trying to delay it."
She's lying through her damn teeth. What the hell is she up to? My gut tells me it has something to do with the visitor from earlier. What the fuck did Elira tell her? If that woman's conspiring with my wife to dupe me, there will be hell to pay—Maximo be damned.
I push her lies away and let it go for now. I'll figure out what's going on later.
Right now, my focus is on this.
I press another lingering kiss to her belly, and my crotch tightens at the thought that, right this second, there's a possibility my child might be growing inside her.
