"You don't have to share me with Melissa," I say. "I haven't done anything with Melissa, and never will."

She's kissing me again, so maybe that's the end of that topic, which is just as well. Distracting her from the ramifications of being pregnant again is one thing. Mentioning the Ackart girl did the job, but it wasn't something I'd intended. I remind myself not to tell her that Melissa has tried to do that on other occasions and let it go.

I break the kiss and ask, "So, how tired are you from your journey, leman? Do you like me in my blue silk jammies or would you like me better out of them?"