It's not his fault she's so great and he wants her, like, a lot. As soon as she tells him to take his pants off, he's fiddling with the buttons and shucking them down his hips. He pauses when she speaks up again, but not for baby reasons. The baby will probably come up a lot in bed, if only for the interrupting she's bound to do now and then.

"Probably for the same reason I still have one on you."

Years. It's been years but she fell back into his life like she never left. He can't explain it, but he doesn't want to pretend otherwise.

"I still feel like myself with you."