So I hauled myself upstairs to bed.
It had been a long day and I was looking forward to cosying up in bed with my Steve who, although slightly ill, was in that lovely stage of poorliness where he was no longer throwing up or disgusting but still retained the slight vulnerability and cuddlability of a sickee.
Yep, I would scooch into bed and cuddle up with my boy with my little baby boy kicking away inside my belly and drift off to slumber feeling happy and lovely.
I practically skipped into the bedroom.
Steve was sat up in bed with a pen and paper, he smiled at me.
"Now Liv, did we do it in Newcastle on that weekend we stayed there on the way up to Edinburgh?"
I blink at him.
"What? I'm making a list of all the cities we have had sex in. I've got to 19 and want to make it to 20!"
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