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 Please tell me you re kidding and that you really didn t move my stuff in here, she mumbled as she
looked around the kitchen as if she couldn t believe what she was seeing, which was kind of insulting
since he d worked pretty damn hard to make the kitchen  cute for her. Did she not see the matching
puppy dog oven mitts that he bought for her?
 Of course I did. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Coke for himself and a bottle of apple
juice for her. When she only frowned down at the juice he explained,  You can t have caffeine while
you re pregnant.
She rolled her eyes.  I don t want juice. I want you to put all of my stuff back into my apartment.
 Why would I do that? he asked, frowning as he stepped past her and headed into the living room
where his boys were lounging in front of the couch.
 Gee, I don t know, she said, storming into the living room after him.  Maybe because I never told
you that I wanted to move in here or perhaps because I ended things with you and I believe I told you
that I was moving out. Take you pick, Trevor, but put my stuff back in my apartment.
 First off, he said, pausing to finish off his soda,  I believe you cried tears of joy when I asked you
to move in. When her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief he decided to continue and press his
luck.  Secondly, I really don t remember you ending things and I really think I would have
remembered that, he said, deciding that Jason s theory was correct and it didn t count if a woman
was pissed when she did it. The man was a Harvard grad after all so who was he to argue with the
man s logic?
 Are you serious? she demanded.  I broke things off with you yesterday and you damn well know
it!
 Thirdly, he said, ignoring her as he leaned back and tried to get comfortable since this looked like
it was going to take a while,  I can t move you back in there not only because it would be a waste of
time since I d just have to move you again when we bought a house, but it would also be pretty weird
being married and living separately, don t you think?
 Married? she practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little
offended.  We re not getting married.
He snorted at that.  I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of
months, but that doesn t mean I m going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy.
If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger, he said, holding up his left
hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.
 Naught little& , she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief as she tightened her hold on her towel
and dropped into an overstuffed chair.  Oh my god, you really are insane.
 Probably, he said with a shrug,  but don t worry I doubt it s hereditary so the baby should be fine.
Her eyes widened at that announcement.  Great one more thing to worry about, she sighed and he did
his best to ignore the fact that she was only wearing a towel, a really large towel, but a towel
nonetheless.
 There s really nothing to worry about, he said with a shrug.
 Nothing to worry about? There are about a million things to worry about and apparently having you
committed is one of those things, she snapped.
 And when we get married you can legally have that done, he said brightly, grinning hugely when
she scowled his way.
 Why in the hell would you want to marry me? I thought you were done with this little arrangement of
ours, she pointed out, sounding frustrated and more than a little confused.
 Because I love you, he said simply even though she really should know that by now.
Apparently she hadn t.
For a moment she could only stare at him, looking as though she d been hit between the eyes with a
hammer. It was actually a bit disconcerting and he was starting to wonder if she was okay.
Finally she said,  You don t love me, Trevor.
 Yes, I do.
 No, you don t, she said, sounding irritated.
 Of course I do and you love me too, he said, sounding smug, but he didn t care. He knew the
woman was head over heels in love with him so he wasn t overly concerned that she hadn t professed
her undying love to him, much.
 I m not in love with you? she declared and he really couldn t help the shit eating grin at that little
declaration.
Her little growl pleased him as well.  Fine, okay? I m in love with you, she snapped, but that
doesn t change anything, Trevor. You don t love me.
 Yes, I do, he said, feeling less than pleased that she doubted him.
She took a deep calming breath and when he opened his mouth to say something she held up a hand to
stop him and took another one.  Look, while I appreciate the fact that you re trying to do the right
thing here for the baby, I think if you thought it over you d realize that there s really no need to force
yourself to do something that you don t want to do. I m sure that we can sit down and talk about this
rationally and come up with something that will work for both of us where the baby is concerned. I-
He decided to cut her off right there because this had nothing to do with the baby and he was having a
really hard time following this conversation with her towel drooping in the front and flashing an
indecent amount of cleavage that had him shifting in his seat. He wondered if it would always be like
this, where he couldn t keep his mind out of the gutter around her and knew it would. When they were
in their nineties he d probably be chasing her down in his wheelchair, desperate for a kiss.
 This has nothing to do with the baby, Zoe, he said softly, interrupting her and earning a groan of
frustration.
 Of course it does, Trevor. Up until a couple of days ago you didn t want anything more than a sexual
relationship with me, she said softly, but he didn t miss the slight tremble in her voice and it killed
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