THE TRYING
POV: Sofia --- "Trying" for a baby, I discovered, was a lot more fun than I'd expected. Not that I'd expected it to be unpleasant—Antonio was, after all, Antonio. But I hadn't anticipated the way he'd look at me now, with that new heat in his eyes. The way he'd find excuses to touch me. The way he'd pull me into empty rooms, lock doors, remind me that we had a very important project to work on. "You're insatiable," I said one night, after he'd dragged me away from the dishes for the third time. "You're the one who wanted a baby." "I wanted a baby. I didn't sign up for a husband who can't keep his hands to himself." He grinned—actually grinned, like a boy caught stealing cookies. "You're not complaining." I wasn't. But I wasn't going to admit that. "Maybe I want to finish the dish
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