We didn't bring up the subject again.
I ended up getting Dante to fall asleep in my arms. Sam asked me to leave him in his room since the nanny was there.
I headed towards the bedrooms and remembered the moments I spent with Henry as I passed by his room; the door was open, and I could smell his cologne.
"Liz..." Henry was standing in his doorway. "Can we talk?" He was no longer in his suit, just wearing gray fabric shorts and a white polo shirt, barefoot.
"Can we do it later? Martin must be looking for me," I said, keeping a safe distance from him.
"I'm sure he's not. He must already be on his tenth glass of whiskey," he said and gave me that smile, that smile that disarmed me and made my panties wet.
A desire for him started to grow inside me. I could say it was the pregnancy hormo
