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He shook his head. “Nonsense. You’ve barely been eating.”
“There’s not much room left in me.”
“And yet, you’re still trying to get some dick into you. Naughty.”
I blinked up at him with feigned innocence. “It’s not like I’m asking for both of you at the same time.”
“Hot. Are we already breaking the ‘no sex at work’ rule?” Valor asked, startling both of us. He looked ready to dispense with that rule right here in the hallway. He’d been working from the trailer since a week before my due date and wandered in every time he needed to stretch his legs. “Have I mentioned I love your pregnancy ‘leathers’? Very easy access.”
“That’s what I said.”
Valor tried to high-five him, but Loïc hesitated too long and almost missed.
“Better?”
“You paused too long, but better.”
Loïc looked pleased with himself.
As cute as the two of them were together, I frowned.
“No sex. I need to sit down.” I pressed my hand against my lower back and the pressure reminded me I’d left the crew waiting for a reason. “Actually, I came out here to pee.”
“Need help?” Loïc asked.
“I may need help tying my Rose Red boots, but that doesn’t mean I need help peeing!” I grumbled, making them both grin. “Why don’t you go out to the trailer for a few minutes and fuck each other so I can pee in peace.” I did my best to stride off, but my gait was turning into more of a waddle.
They fell away behind me, and I was too crabby to even bother turning around to see if they were making out.
Another Braxton Hicks contraction took over as soon as I’d closed the private restroom door behind me and locked it. Seriously? Nonstop since yesterday, and only getting more uncomfortable.
I peed, but there wasn’t much.
As I pulled up my pleather maternity pants, another Braxton Hicks hit, this one making me exhale in discomfort. The sneaky things really did feel real sometimes.
Maybe lunch hadn’t agreed with me after all. It didn’t feel as simple as too much food. I waited for the wave to pass, but it seemed to go on forever.
The lock clicked open, and Loïc entered.
“How many times have I told you to stop coming in when I’m using the restroom?” I demanded testily. “Out! I’m allowed to have privacy.”
“I don’t understand your obsession with being alone in restrooms.” He shrugged, hopping up to sit on the counter.
The man had some nerve looking like an absolute snack while I was feeling like a dog’s leftover breakfast.
“Besides, if you wanted me to leave you alone, you should have locked the door.”
“I did lock the door.”
“No, you didn’t.”
Another wave of discomfort squeezed me. I focused on keeping my breathing normal so he wouldn’t know. Loïc got so worried anytime I had a twinge.
“Yes, I did. Stop trying to gaslight me.”
“Well…it wasn’t a very good lock.”
“A restroom lock’s function is to let people know it’s occupied. It isn’t supposed to be a bank vault.”
