Moonlight Over Manhattan(108)
As he deepened the kiss, his other arm came round her waist and Jenna tried to suck in her stomach, regretting the cupcake she’d eaten at breakfast. She shifted closer to him and felt something hard dig into her hip. “Is that your phone?”
“No it’s my giant penis and the reason you married me.” There was laughter in his voice as he nuzzled her neck but she shoved him away.
“Wait! Greg—why is it in your pocket?”
“My penis?”
“Your phone!”
He sighed and eased away a little. “Because that’s where I always carry my phone. Where else would it be?”
“Anywhere else! You’re supposed to be keeping your testicles cool and your phone out of your pocket. We agreed.”
Greg swore under his breath and released her. “This is crazy, Jenna! Next you’ll be asking me to see clients in my boxer shorts.”
“That’s a great idea. Could you do that? I’m kidding,” she said hastily. “Of course I don’t expect you to do that. You’re overreacting. Although if you sat behind a desk I guess you could—”
“No I could not! You’re obsessed.”
“I am not obsessed! I’m focused, which is not the same as obsessed. Focused is good. Focused gets things done.”
He eased away from her. “Jenna, getting pregnant is all you think about. We don’t talk about anything except babies.”
“That’s not true.” Was that true?
“When was the last time we talked about something not sex or baby related? And I don’t count talking about your mother.”
“Over dinner.” She smiled triumphantly. “I didn’t mention babies once. We talked about decorating the upstairs bedroom.”
“Because you want to turn it into a nursery, even though you’re not pregnant.”
Oops. Guilty as charged. “Last week we had that long conversation about politics.”
“—and the impact it might have on any children we have.”
That was true, too.
So basically she was boring. Fat and boring. “It’s possible that I might be a little overfocused on pregnancy, that’s true. It’s what happens when you really want something you can’t have. Like being on a diet. If you can’t eat a chocolate brownie, all you think about is eating the chocolate brownie. I’m talking figuratively—” Of course, figuratively. Nothing to do with the entire tin of brownies she’d devoured the week before. “That brownie invades your head space until you can’t think about anything else. You dream about brownies. Brownies become your life. You’re a psychologist. You’re supposed to know this!”
Greg pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and breathed slowly. “Honey, if you could just—”
“Do not tell me to relax, Greg. And don’t call me ‘honey’ in that tone. It drives me batshit crazy.”
“I know, but Jen you really do need to relax. If something is taking over your mind, then the answer is to focus on other things. The way to forget the brownie, is to think about something else.”
“Cupcakes?”
His expression was both amused and exasperated. “One of my clients is opening a new yoga studio in Oak Bluffs. Maybe you should go. You might find it calming.”
“Or I might find it annoying. It will be full of serene people with perfect figures who are all in control of their lives. I’d have to kill them, and that wouldn’t be calming for anyone.”
Greg sighed. “Okay, no yoga. Tai Chi? Kickboxing? Book group?”
“Book group? My mother goes to book group.”
“Go to a different book group. Start your own. Do something. Anything to take your mind off babies.”
“You’re saying you don’t want babies?”
“No, I’m not saying that.” He sucked in a breath. “I do want babies, but I don’t think all this angst is going to help.”
“But—” She was about to ask him how he felt about the whole thing when her phone rang.
She ignored it.
Whoever it was could wait.
Of course Greg wanted babies. Didn’t he?
He glanced from her to the phone. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”
“No. This conversation is more important than my phone.” Her phone stopped ringing but started again a moment later and Greg reached down to pick it up.
“It’s Lauren.”
She stared at him stupidly. “What?”
“Your sister.” He thrust the phone at her. “We can wish Ed a happy birthday.”
“But isn’t it the middle of the night in London?”
“It was obviously a great party. Answer it.” He walked toward the door and she frowned.
“Where are you going?”
“To pack. If you’re going to talk to your sister, I have time to take a six-month sabbatical.”
She pulled a face. “We’re not that bad.”
“No, you’re right. A two-week vacation should cover it. In the meantime I’ll make us coffee.” Greg walked to the kitchen and Jenna watched him go.
He always made her laugh. And he was so calm.
She felt less anxious just being around him. Who the hell needed yoga when they were married to Greg?