I raised my eyebrows. “For once? So all the times I did what you wanted in bed don’t count?”
His grin turned sexy. “You had to do that. We had an agreement.”
“But they still count!”
“When you’re better, you’ll have to remind me of how they count.” He curved his fingers around the back of my neck and kissed me. “Until then, though, you’re moving in with me.”
“You already decided that.”
“I know. But now I’m deciding again. And while you’re resting in bed, growing that beautiful baby and not vomiting all over my shiny toilet”—I punched his leg—“you can house hunt.”
“House hunt?”
“Yes. For us.”
I blinked at him. “Um.”
“Somewhere close to Day’s place.”
