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I was honestly surprised that they hadn’t.
“That is true. You were in denial.”
I bumped her shoulder with mine. “Not anymore.”
“Not anymore,” she echoed. “I want you to know that I don’t believe sex will be some mystical, magical, life-altering thing. I’m not, like, saving myself or anything.”
“Wow, it’s good to know that you already know our sex will be mediocre,” I said with a laugh. “That really gives me a boost of confidence.”
Honor put her head on her legs and let out a muffled scream.
“You okay?” I asked, reaching out to touch her back.
She sat back up. “You know, I’m not normally this bad at making my thoughts clear. I think you do something to my brain.”
“Good, that makes two of us. I swear I can’t think clearly whenever I’m around you.”
Honor leaned in. “Sorry about that.”
“You owe me brownies now. For that and for getting me wet earlier.”
Honor raised one eyebrow. “Getting you wet is a bad thing now?”
I felt my cheeks flame as she laughed and kissed me hard.
“You have a dirty mind, Honor Conroy,” I whispered.
“That’s something I will never deny,” she said, standing up and this time, she offered me her hand as we walked back to our cars.
Chapter Fifteen
“If you comeinto this kitchen one more time, I am locking you outside,” Liam said as I hovered somewhere around his elbow as he chopped some veggies.
“I’m going, I’m going,” I said, putting my hands up and leaving the little galley kitchen to sit down at the dining table for two he had tucked in a corner. Gwen was already sitting there, kicking back with a glass of wine after a long shift. She’d delivered twins and I didn’t know how she was still awake.
Since Liam wasn’t much of a cook, we’d agreed that pizza with a pre-made crust and topped with veggies and pepperoni was the way to go.
“I’m just glad to not be swimming in placenta,” Gwen said, and I gagged. “Sorry. I forget not everyone wants to hear about the graphic details of my job.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely set on placenta talk for the rest of my life,” I said, shuddering.
“It’s not all placenta. When the babies get placed on their parent’s chests it’s pretty great,” she said.
“Okay, I am banning the word ‘placenta’ until dinner is over,” Liam called from the kitchen.
“You got it,” Gwen said, raising her wine glass. “I’m just glad they didn’t give them cutesy twin names.”
“What’s an example of cutesy twin names?” I asked, sipping my own wine. Liam’s apartment was tiny, but it was tidy and cozy. He knew how to use a vacuum, and with my help on furniture, it looked like a functioning adult lived here. I couldn’t take full credit for how he’d turned out as a human, but I could take a little bit.
“Oh, like Molly and Holly. Not bad on their own, but together they’re kind of cringe. You don’t know how many times I hear what people are going to name their kid and I have to bite my tongue until it bleeds so I don’t say anything. We definitely have a secret contest with the other nurses as to the worst name we’ve ever encountered.”
“I know this would never happen, but I almost wish some people would run names by a committee or something. Figure out if the name is going to work for a baby, as well as the adult they might become. Sure, you can change your name when you get older, but it’s a pain the ass. I just remember the hoops we had to jump through for Liam,” I said.
“Oh, yeah, you’re right. I’ve had a few parents that actually didn’t pick a name right away and spent some time with their baby to figure out which fit best. I like that,” Gwen said.
“Pizza is in the oven,” Liam called, and I heard the slam of the oven door. He washed his hands and set the timer on his phone before grabbing some wine and sitting on the couch since he didn’t have any more chairs.
“Thanks for making dinner,” I said.
