As she spoke, the two of them began unloading the take-out bags onto the little four-person dinner table that sat at the side of my kitchen/dining area.

"We'll bring dinner on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday," she continued. "Katie should be ovulating any time now. I'm hoping we can knock this out this cycle. If not, we'll try again in another four weeks."

I nodded numbly. My stomach growled.

"Sit," Katie ordered.

"Drinks?" I asked.

"We got it," she reported.

I dropped into my seat. She promptly leaned past me, brushing the side of her breast against my forehead, cheek, and chin as she purposefully stood too close to reach...