Laura felt far from rested, snuggled in Andy’s very comfortable, large bed. Andy had been gone when she finally woke late in the morning after a long restless night. Even after his cold shower, she could feel how tight he was as he held her and how much he wanted her still.
Now it was almost lunchtime, and Laura was settled in bed, wearing a peach-colored maternity tracksuit, which was very comfortable. The price tag that was attached had nearly given her a coronary. She couldn’t believe what Andy tossed away on clothes, even though it was the most comfortable outfit she’d worn in months.
Dr. Richardson ripped off the black cuff. “Well, your blood pressure is better.” She folded it up and tucked it into her bag, pulling out her Doppler to listen to the babies’ heartbeats just as Andy pus
