Cassie could still work from home, and I could at least manage part time working as an online tutor. Quitting the job would be difficult. It’d be akin to admitting I couldn’t handle it, and if worded wrong that might trigger even Beouf’s hyped up maternal instincts.
Damn. And this was supposed to be a vacation. The thing about letting your guard down is that’s when your body and brain decide it’s a good time to process all the pain you’ve been ignoring.
Taking a chance, I pivoted the conversation. “If your dad is so worried about you getting pregnant,” I teased, “we could tell him about how we plan on starting a family right away. Like tonight.”
“Ewww! Clark!”
“I’ve got condoms,” I said. “This time will just be for practice!”
That got a begrudging giggle from her. “Clark, no.”
“What?!” I kept teasing. “It’s not like this is the first time we’ve have had sex in this room. Remember college?”
She nuzzled me. “My dad doesn’t know that.”
“You’re right…we should tell him. No more lies!”
Cassie elbowed me in the ribs. Gently, but I lost my breath. Worth it. Totally worth it. “We are not telling him of how we’re having sex up here.”
“But we are having sex up here?”
“After dinner.”