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“It is?”

I nod and lean into the side of her neck, my lips not touching the sensitive flesh but my breath firing off every reaction across her body. “It is.”

“How did you kn?—”

“You aren’t seriously going to ask me how I know that’s your favorite mug, are you? Time and time again, you do me a disservice, baby.”

“Jensen, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Because you want me to kiss you, yeah?”

“No.”

“Your body doesn’t lie to me, even if your mouth does.”

She places a hand on my chest and slowly pushes me back. “What plans do you have today?”

Sensing this is as far as she’ll let me go, I walk back over to my air mattress and begin letting it down. “I needed to talk to you about that.”

Mug between her hands, she walks over and sits on the couch, eyeing me. “Shoot.”

“I think I’m gonna move back into my place.”

Silence for a few beats before she clears her throat. I keep my back to her while I start folding the air bed away.

“Preseason will start as soon as I’m back from Alberta. I don’t want to get in your way when I’m back and forth with traveling.”

“Yeah…okay, I guess the sickness has stopped, and if you want, I can give you a key to here just in case.”

Shoving the mattress back in its bag, I turn to the blonde-haired beauty sitting on her couch, her favorite Disney Princess in hand. “Just in case of what?”

“Well, um, just in case you forgot something or want to stop by for any reason.”

I smirk and make my way through to the bathroom. “Okay, Princess.”

“So I guessI’ll see you when you get back from the wedding? Tell your sister I said congratulations.”

Kate stands in the entryway as I check over the apartment for anything I’ve left behind. I don’t want to leave, but two things are forcing me. The air mattress and the fact I don’t want her to set up a spare room for me when she’ll need all the storage space she can get for the million baby products I plan on buying, especially since it’s now double of everything. But I also need to change up my game. It’s risky, but I need to remove myself from her space and hope she’ll feel my absence in the same way I’m going to miss the shit out of her.

Bags finally on my back, I stop next to her at the door, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “What are you doing when I get back from Alberta?”

“Working.”

“No shit, you’re always working. After work, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, I guess.”

“Keep it that way. I’ll pick you up from work on Monday, and we’ll go baby shopping.”

I don’t miss the flash of excitement across her face. “Aren’t we supposed to wait until I’m twelve weeks before we start buying? You know, when we’re out of the danger zone?”

“The sonographer and doctors were all happy at the initial visits. Plus, we need to talk about setting up two nurseries—one here and one at mine.”

She pinches her brows together in surprise at my statement. Or is it disappointment? I fucking hope so. “Yeah, I guess they will have two homes.”

They won’t have two homes. They’ll have one, and so will my girl—my apartment.

But I decide to play along for now. “Twice the love.”