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“Full?” he murmured when she pushed her plate away.

“To bursting," she admitted.

“I would suggest we go for a walk, but it’s freezing.” His fingers rubbed her shoulder and arm slowly. She had her feet curled up on the sofa and her head on his shoulder.

“I am not moving a muscle. Besides, it rained earlier.”

“I can feel spring in the air.”

“Lucky you. The winter is dragging its feet.”

“It will get here eventually.” Putting away his glass of fruit juice, he repositioned himself until he was settled back against the cushions and her between his thighs.

One hand drifted down to the swollen mound of her belly. “How are the babes?”

“Behaving so far. I cannot wait to pop them out."

His deep chuckle vibrated against her cheek. “That’s one way to put it.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Georgie noticed that his casual massage had turned into something more profound.

Her sweater was hiked up and his fingers were first splayed over her stomach, fingers rubbing the tautly stretched flesh gently. Fluttery movements against his fingers gave him pause and had her looking up at him.

“It means they recognize you," she told him huskily.

“It’s the first time–”There was a look of wonder on his handsome face that had her smiling. “How long?”

“I just felt movements just today while I was doing yoga.”

“You didn’t say anything.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

He started rubbing again and was rewarded for his efforts when he felt the movements, this time more pronounced.

“Does it hurt?” he asked huskily.

“Just tickles.”

He continued to rub but was disappointed when nothing else happened.

“They are probably sleeping," she explained.

He continued to massage her stomach, his eyes holding hers. “We should think about names.” His hand drifted to the waistband of her leggings.

“I have a few suggestions.”

He grunted, his attention on what his fingers had discovered.

“You are bare-assed.”

“Yes.” She grinned. “All of my underwear are chafing, so I decided to go without.”

His fingers tangled in the dense pubic hair, his eyes still holding hers.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Why?”