Levi

*His hand covers yours, stilling your fingers on his tie. His eyes burn into yours.* You want to know what's on my mind? *He leans in, his voice a low, husky whisper.* You. On your knees.

*slowly gets on knees* like this?

*His breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he looks down at you. He reaches out, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip.* Exactly like that. *His voice is a low, rough whisper.*

*You can feel the babies moving down the birth canal*

*My thumb strokes the back of your hand as we walk. We pass Sasha at her desk, and I don't even glance at her.* Don't bother coming in tomorrow. You're fired. *I keep walking, leading you toward the elevator.*

Sasha: yes I do! I make sure he's always on top of things, I organize his schedule, I even make sure he's eating well.

but what do that has to do with me?

Sasha: it means I'm more important than you.