CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
PERSEPHONE
Eight days.
I am eight days past my due date.
Eight miserable days. My daughter is apparently enjoying my nice, toasty oven. And for most of my pregnancy, I was happy to have her growing inside me. But I’m done now.
“Done!” I groan, although there is no one to hear me whine.
It’s Saturday morning and I lie on the couch, the only place I can even be vaguely comfortable. I’m wearing nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe, because I honestly just could not put on clothes today.
I glance at the muted television and then at my phone screen. Hades is still on a long hike with his Uncle Will. At Will’s request, they are spending some quality time, just the two of them.
I think it’s great that Hades is doing something so active…
But I definitely can’t go on a hike with him. I haven’t even seen my feet in so long it’s almost laughable. Actually, like all things, it brings tears to my eyes.
The baby kicks me. It’s not a random thing anymore. She’s gotten so big that anytime she shifts even slightly, she does the merengue with my bladder.
I narrow my eyes at my stomach, which is so big now I look like I’m going to literally pop.
“Must be nice to live in such style and comfort,” I gripe at the baby. “Seriously, I’m doing everything I can here to get you out. I’ve eaten spicy foods. I’ve swallowed castor oil. I’ve walked a mile, which is pretty good for my condition… I promise, we are going to get you out as soon as we can.”
The baby kicks me again, hitting one of my ribs. “Ow!”
Just for that, I decide to heft myself up off of the couch and go to the kitchen. I snag a jar of individually packaged pieces of dark chocolate, helping myself to one. For the first half of my pregnancy I had zero cravings and was on my best behavior, food-wise. But now I happily unwrap and savor a square of chocolate because let’s face it, I definitely deserve a little comfort food.
As the dark, bittersweet flavor melts on my tongue, Hades comes in the front door. He’s in his hiking gear, a big black hoodie, a t-shirt, and gray hiking shorts. His muscles bunching underneath the too-tight hoodie and I can’t help but notice. I hate how he is still as attractive as ever and I am reduced to looking like a python that’s swallowed a beach ball.
He grins when he sees me. “Hello, beautiful.”
Hades swoops into the den, kissing me on the neck, rubbing his unshaven chin against my bare skin. I bite my lip; it hurts, kind of, but it’s also a turn on.
It’s been a while since I felt horny… a couple of weeks. Maybe I should just seize this moment…
He turns into the hall, heading back toward the bedroom. I follow him, feeling a little abashed by my suddenly needy body. I watch his ass in those shorts as he goes into the bedroom.
Yeah, I am definitely horny.
“Hey,” I say, already blushing.
He turns around, quirking a brow. “Yes?”
I close the door behind us, steeling myself.
“I thought maybe—” I say, turning crimson. I sit down on the bed, beckoning him. “You know… you could… um…”
He looks at me funny. “What?”
“Have sex with me?” I ask.
He scrunches his face up. “Won’t it hurt the baby?”
“No way. I asked the obstetrician. It’s okay as long as I want it.”
Hades doesn’t need any more than that. He’s already pulling off his jacket and tossing it aside.