“Well?” the man that had somehow charmed her into taking a bath with him with weird and somewhat disturbing trivia asked as he wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her belly.
“Well, what?” she murmured, somewhat distracted by just how incredibly comfortable she was.
After spending the last few months struggling to get comfortable, she was in heaven. It only confirmed her earlier suspicions that she was a snuggle slut, but at the moment, she simply didn’t care. She never wanted to leave this tub, she thought with a sigh as she shifted to get more comfortable, murmuring a, “Thank you,” when Aidan adjusted her tee shirt to keep her covered.
“Your five things,” he said, as she leaned back more, resting her arms on his boxer short clad thighs.
“And why exactly are we sharing five things, might I ask?” she asked, unable to help but smile as she watched Aidan absently trace circles on her belly over where their baby boy was moving.
“We’re getting to know each other.”
“And we’re doing that by sharing five completely random things?” she couldn’t help but ask as she laid her head against his chest.
“Mmmhmm, I thought it would be for the best if went with the accelerated version,” he murmured, chuckling when their son kicked his hand.
“I see,” she murmured, her lips twitching with amusement as she asked, “Then shouldn’t sharing a bath be considered part of this accelerated program?”
He sighed heavily. “I’m starting to think that you don’t want to share any deep dark secrets with me.”
“And what would these deep dark secrets consist of?”
“The usual, your favorite color, favorite ice cream, your most mortifying secret so that I can blackmail you with it at a later. The usual,” he said, making her smile.
“I don’t know. Telling you what my favorite ice cream might be going too far.”
“But, you’re okay with sharing your most mortifying secrets?”
“That’s what I thought,” she said, nodding solemnly.
“What’s the first item on your list?” he asked, shifting so that he could gently rub his hands over her belly.
“I don’t know if you’ll be to handle my deep dark secrets. They might scar you for life.”
“I’m willing to take that risk,” he said, chuckling.
“As long as you know the risks,” she said, sighing for effect before admitting, “I believed in Santa Claus until I was fourteen.”
“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully before asking, “And how did you manage to pull that off?”
“Denial,” she admitted.
“And the Easter Bunny?” he asked.
“I think it would be for the best if we moved onto my second completely random thing,” she said.
“You’re probably right.”