A punch, and now a shove? Today was not Evan's day, apparently. "Oh come on, don't be like that," he said to her back. "You're the mother of my unborn children. How could you be mad at me?" He grinned and pushed off the bed, pulling off the clothes Josie had given him and changing into some of his own for the first time in a week. It felt good.
"I should be the mad one here. I didn't even get to see how big your boobs had gotten from giving birth." He eyed her back on the bed for a reaction.