Blair immediately pulled the blanket tighter around her body, covering the collar of her shirt that had become slightly disheveled from their passionate kiss. Jonathan quickly helped Blair climb down from his lap, nearly stumbling as he tried to stand up straight.
"Jo! My hair!" Blair whispered urgently, frantically smoothing down her tousled locks.
Jonathan slapped his own face lightly, trying to regain his composure. "Okay, okay, wait—we were just... sitting and drinking tea, right?"
Blair rolled her eyes. "We nearly made you a father of two if Hazel hadn't woken up just now."
They both stifled their laughter, then quickly moved toward the door. Blair adjusted the position of her blanket, trying to appear normal. Jonathan steadied his breathing and walked ahead.
"Sweetheart?" he cal
