“Aw, really? And I was so looking forward to Rory being the third in our threesome,” he joked. “I’d say you’re the only one I’d want to play my patient, but that sounds like I’m wishing for you to get hurt or something.” He put up his hands in mock defense. “All right, okay, you’re right. Your cute little pregnant self can get as mad as many times as you want. Just warn me ahead of time so I can hide?”
Elliot raised a brow at the comment Rae made that hinted that she’d danced on a car before. A little jealousy sparked, but he reminded himself that things like that were part of Rae’s past. “What about a motorcycle, then? Would you dance around and on a motorcycle for me? And no, I won’t force you to dance to that song or anything like it. You can even dance to Lady Gaga, if you want. If you’re the one dancing, I don’t mind suffering through her music.”
“You’ve seen me with him before,” he teased lightly. “Just now, in fact, when I brought the little guy back to his mom. But I suppose, since that’s obviously not enough, I can indulge your chick thing.” Spoken as if doing so would be such a chore. It wouldn’t, and she knew that. “Especially if my reward is lots and lots of extra whatever time.”
Elliot chuckled. The ridiculous conversations he and Rae had never got old. Their child would never lack for good stories “I always liked the Hamburglar best, anyway. Dude had style,” he smirked. “Yeah, you say that now, but you watch: our kid will be pasty and white and constantly crying over always having sunburn.” That’s how it was when he was younger, anyway. As he got older, he didn’t burn as much, but not much of a tan ever developed either.
If anyone was bothered by the noise, no one came to investigate or complain and that was as far as Elliot was concerned. They weren’t the only people enjoying the night, but they were the only people in this particular area, engaged in this particular activity. Elliot narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend, still spitting mud out of his mouth. “You only had a small taste, though. I got a mouthful,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought a smile.
“Almost perfect? What would make it—” The half-formed question was answered as he found himself sitting in the mud with Rae. Elliot grimaced as the squishy cold wetness seeped through the seat of his jeans. When Rae climbed into his lap, the movement caused him to sink and slide further into the messy puddle, but it was easy to ignore when his girlfriend claimed his lips.
Heedless of the mud caking his fingers, Elliot put his arms around Rae. “I love you, too, babe. More than anything else in the world.” He dropped his gaze and put his hand on her tummy, leaving behind a muddy hand print where their baby was. “Both of you.”