The amusement park smelled like sugar, metal, sunscreen—and pheromones. Tina noticed it immediately, because her senses had been ruined the moment she became aware of Andrew's pregnancy. Everything about him registered louder now. The way his scent curled through the air like warm honey left too close to a fire. The way it softened the sharp edges of the world without even trying.
He stood beside her in line for the rollercoaster, one hand resting unconsciously on his lower stomach, the other gripping the safety rail like it had personally offended him.
"This was your idea."
Andrew said calmly. Tina beamed. Her vanilla-mint pheromones puffed out in a bright, fizzy wave—sweet first, then cool. Excitement. Nerves. Trouble.
"You love rollercoasters."
"I loved rollercoasters."
Andrew corrected.
"Past tense. Before I was carrying your very expensive heir."
Tina gasped.
"OUR very expensive heir."
Andrew shot her a look.
"You're not helping your case."
