She would love to be a mother too and she was in her fertile cycle. She intended to make the most of it. She got home way before Luca would get back from work. She showered slowly, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion of sleepless nights and baby cries. Then she opened Luca's special drawer and pulled out the weaponry called underwear.
Black lace. Dangerous straps. She poured herself a glass of wine, climbed onto their bed, and waited, scrolling through her phone.
When Luca arrived home and stepped into the bedroom, he stopped.
Damn, she looked gorgeous.
The lamp on the nightstand was doing her an extraordinary number of favours.
"Hey…" she said, voice dropped to a register she reserved exclusively for his destruction. She had a plan and the plan was him.
He cleared his throat. "Let me guess." He leaned against the doorframe trying to appear unbothered. "We have to make a baby too."
