“Wakka, dear,” Lulu said, leaning against the doorway. There was something more predatory than usual in her voice.
“Ya?” he asked slowly as he came up to the door, wondering what it meant.
“When I went shopping today, two different women came up to me in the market and told me how amazing it was that I was planning on natural childbirth,” she informed him, crossing her arms over her chest. She’d given up on corsets and bondage skirts months ago, but she still seemed to choose things that drove him to distraction. Today it was a black robe-style dress that clung to her curves.
He shook his head and tried to think. “I shouldn’t tell people, ya?”
“You shouldn’t assume,” she purred, and there was that tone again. “Who decided I was going to have a natural childbirth?”
“I just thought… ah…” Wakka hesitated, “It would be good for the baby.”
“It would also be good for the baby if he grew up with a father,” she said, running her fingernails over his breastbone. “I would hate to be in so much pain during the birth that I… hurt you.” She pressed her nails into his skin, still smiling.
Wakka got the point. “Have to do what’s best for the baby, ya?”
“I’m glad you agree,” her smile softened and she wrapped her hand around his waistband. “Now let me welcome you home.” She pulled him inside and shut the door behind him.
