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“I had just jumped up from the couch,” Sara admitted. “Well, notjumped. Not in this condition, haha. But I got up quicker than normal. I remembered that I needed to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.”

“She’s okay, then?” I asked. “The babies are okay?”

“Fairly certain, yes,” Jordan said, sitting in the chair next to Sara. “Round Ligament Pain usually only lasts a few minutes. I’m surprised you were able to climb those stairs to get up here.”

“It wasn’t easy.” She laughed softly. “Sorry for interrupting… um…”

Now that I knew Sara was okay, my embarrassment returned threefold. “It’s fine! You didn’t interrupt anything.”

Jordan cleared his throat, and crossed one leg over the other to cover himself a little bit more.

Suddenly, there were more footsteps pounding their way up the stairs. The door swung open without anyone knocking, and Harper, Sara’s husband, burst into the room.

“I ran five stoplights to get here,” he said, falling to his knees in front of his wife. “Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she said, holding his hands and smiling.

Harper hung his head in relief, then glanced up at Jordan. “Who areyou?”

“Your wife’s obstetrician for the evening,” Jordan said, steepling his fingers together on top of his knee. “Your wife experienced a minor strain to her Round Ligament, but it has passed. Everything is okay.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Harper said, then turned back to Sara and me. “Why is your obstetrician in his underwear?”

“Would you believe this is how all doctors make house calls these days?” Jordan asked hopefully. “As a way of making our patients more comfortable?”

“I would not believe that, no,” Harper said.

“Jordan was here to see me…” I began to explain.

Before I could finish, Bran’s door clicked open. Carrying a blanket in one hand and rubbing his eye with the other, my son asked, “What’s happening, Mom?”

“Aunt Sara had a little tummy pain,” I explained. “But everything is okay now.”

“Oh. Okay.” Bran blinked. “Why is Coach Jordy still here? Are you two having a play date?”

Jordan and Harper both struggled to cover up their laughter, but I was too embarrassed to do anything but usher my son back into his bedroom.

24

Haley

Jordan and I never did get to cuddle. After all the chaos of the evening, and once Sara and Harper had returned to the main house, we said our goodbyes on the balcony.

“I’ll see you at practice tomorrow,” he said. “I have one favor to ask, though.”

I smiled up at him. “Name it.”

“Don’t wear another pencil skirt.” He squeezed my ass with both palms. “I won’t be able to focus with all the blood rushing away from my brain.”

Giggling, I said, “I’ll dress as frumpy as possible.”

“Good,” he said, pausing to kiss me one last time. “Because if I get a hard-on during little league practice, I’m pretty sure the other parents will report me, and I’ll get put on a list.”

We laughed together once more, and then I went inside. But I couldn’t stop myself from going to the window and watching his tall frame descend the stairs, then walk across the backyard and around the driveway.

I let out a happy little squeal.

Just like the night of the foursome, I sleptphenomenally. There was nothing like a few orgasms to put a girl into a deep sleep.

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