"No, don't leave me," I complain pouting at an exasperated Christian.
"The wedding is in less than month Lisa. If you'd like it to go well, I need to get my tux together
and my fitter just got back into town. He needs time to get it ready sweetheart!"
I groan and slide down the couch cushion dramatically. I'm dying here. I made a promise to be
boring while I'm pregnant to keep myself out of 'danger,' but now I'm bored as hell. Christian is
my only entertainment besides television.
"I'll eat all the ice cream if you go," I warn him.
His footsteps come closer and he lifts me back onto the couch by my armpits, placing a gentle
kiss on my forehead.
"That's fine. I'll pick some more up on the way home."
This perks my mood immediatley.
"Promise?"
He lifts the corners of his mouth
