Her mind whirled with the possibilities. “The Sound of Music.”

Aidan winced. “Christ, do we really have to watch a musical?”

“You said my pick!” she countered.

“Fine, fine,” he muttered, digging into the mammoth box of DVD’s he had brought from her house. Once he found it, he popped it into the player and then grabbed his plate. He eased in the bed beside her rather than back in the glider.

“How’s the scampi?”

“Mmm, delicious.” She grinned at him. “I sure hope you made more.”

He chuckled. “In your condition, I figured it was best to double the recipe.”

“Oh my hero,” she replied.

“Let me guess. Your hero is going to be marching his happy ass back to the kitchen in a minute to get you another plate.”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Yes, but I’ll be sweet and at least wait until you finish eating first.”

“Angel of mercy,” he muttered through a mouthful of scampi.

Giggling, she flipped on the TV. As the opening credits began and Julie Andrews started twirling and singing on the mountaintop, Emma snuggled the blanket closer to her and sighed with contentment.

“You really dig this shit, don’t you?” Aidan asked.

She glanced over at him. “What if I were to tell you I played Maria my senior year in high school?”

Aidan swallowed hard. “You mean you wore a nun’s costume?”

“Of course I did.”

He licked his lips. “Damn, that’s hot.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Aidan chuckled. “Sorry babe, but every man has his fantasies.”

“You fantasize about me in a nun’s costume?”

“Actually you in anything…or nothing,” he replied with a wink.

“Whatever,” she mumbled as she fixated her gaze on the screen and not him.

After another plateful of scampi, her eyes grew heavy. When she glanced over at Aidan, his eyes were glassy, but she wasn’t sure if it was from exhaustion or being forced to watch a musical. She nodded off just before the Von Trapp’s escaped into Switzerland.

When she woke up, it was dark outside. Glancing over her shoulder, Aidan wasn’t beside her anymore. The sound of the shower running alerted her where he had gone. Peeking at the clock on the nightstand, it was just after six.

Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head before pushing herself into a sitting position. Shifting her body made her bladder scream for release. Nibbling her lip, she gazed at the closed bathroom door. There were two options: bust in on Aidan’s shower or be a coward and go down the hall to the half-bath in the foyer.

She shook her head at the thought of walking so far. With a heavy sigh, she hoisted herself out of bed. Beau slid off beside her. “Hang tight, boy. I’m not going far.”

He ignored her and continued by her side as she padded into the bathroom. Steam enveloped her and momentarily clouded her vision. Just as she started for the toilet, Aidan shut off the water and stepped out of the shower in all his na**d glory. Her eyes met his shocked baby blues before her gazed dropped below his waist. Her pregnancy hormones kicked into overdrive at the sight, and she licked her lips.

“Are you done ogling my package?” he asked, amusement vibrating in his voice.

She reluctantly jerked her gaze up to his. “Wait, what?” she asked. Then mortification rocketed through her, and she quickly ducked her head. “I’m sorry. I needed to pee.” She sidestepped his dripping wet, na**d form and headed for the toilet.

Aidan laughed at her embarrassment. He grabbed a towel, but instead of wrapping it around him, he took his time drying off his arms and chest. Emma ignored him and focused on relieving her bladder. Once she was done, she went to the sink to wash her hands. She rolled her eyes when Aidan still hadn’t covered up.

“What sounds good for dinner?” he asked.

Keeping her gaze on the vanity, she said, “Anything. I’m starving.”

“Seriously?”

She laughed. “You better get used to feeding my out of control appetite.”

“I can try,” he mused as he finally wrapped a towel around his waist. “How does pizza sound?”

“Mmm, heavenly.”

“Then I’ll order in some pizzas.”

She giggled. “Yes, you better make them large. Ooh, and get some Cinnamon Bread too!”

“Okay then, I will.”

“Can we watch more movies?”

Aidan shuddered. “More chick flicks?”

Emma poked out her bottom lip. “Pwease?”

He rolled his eyes. “I guess so.”

“Aw, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.

With her mouth inches from his, she quickly turned her head and kissed his cheek. He stared intently at her for a moment. “All right. Enough of that. Get back into bed and off your feet.”

“Yes Drill Sergeant,” she sighed.

As she started out of the bathroom, he popped her ass playfully. When she glanced at him over her shoulder, he shook his head. “Always you and that mouth!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Emma woke up a little before one, and after using the bathroom, she slipped back into bed. Aidan was dead to the world, snoring softly. She had just covered back up when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She leaned over and picked it up.

It was a text from Casey. Checking in on you, Em. Hope you’re resting & feeling all right. Call me in the am.

Emma smiled at Casey’s concern. I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Btw, what are you doing up so late?

I might ask you the same question.

Had to pee.

Ah, gotcha. I’m waiting for Nate to get home and bang me!!!

Rolling her eyes, Emma typed Poor guy. No rest for the weary with your libido around!

Lol. True. Speaking of resting, where’s the assclown?

Emma giggled as her fingers flew over the keys. He’s asleep beside me.

WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU INSANE?!!!

Yeesh with the shouting! It’s not like we were doing anything. We fell asleep watching movies.

I sure hope you punished him with some epic chick flicks.

She glanced over at Aidan’s passed out form and almost felt sorry for what she had inflicted on him. Almost. Lol, let’s just say I gave him a trifecta of estrogen with The Sound of Music, Steel Magnolias, and Fried Green Tomatoes. I think he actually cried in Steel Magnolias…but I think it was more about him being stuck watching them instead of football.