I blinked, and Leo and I were celebrating our first month anniversary. Despite so many life changes in such a short time, I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life. During the day, I attended classes online after Leo pulled some strings for me. There was only one lab I had to go back to school for every week, which of course he made me take a bodyguard with me.
Leo usually got home around seven. With the extra time on my hands, I was learning to cook. Since Maeve had no idea how to cook Italian or Sicilian fare for Rafe, she’d always come to my place if she was in town, and we would make a meal for the four of us. After our past, it was hard to believe she was becoming my best friend.
Other nights when Leo had to work at Inferno, he asked me to meet him there. We’d usually eat takeout in his office or at one of the restaurants nearby. Then I’d accompany him to do a sweep of the floors.
We’d get a little handsy with each other in Heaven or Hell before escaping back to his office to fuck. Despite our bathroom escapade in Palermo, I still hadn’t worked up the nerve to actually be with Leo in Lust. He didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t up for voyeuristic sex yet.
Every night after Leo fell asleep, my hand would naturally go to my abdomen. It was agony not being able to talk to anyone about it. Most days, guilt consumed me because I felt I was hiding the baby out of shame. Everything involved a level of subterfuge. My prenatal vitamins were switched with a bottle of vitamin D. For my doctor’s appointment, I told Leo I was getting a massage and facial. Despite her being an outsider to our world, I’d still gone to Brooklyn for my appointment.
At almost three months, I still didn’t have a bump. When I voiced that concern to my doctor, she explained that I had a tilted uterus, which meant I wouldn’t show until later in the pregnancy.
After she left the examining room, I’d broken down into hysterical laughter. I mean, what were the odds? I’d already planned just to feign weight gain if I started to show before it was time to tell Leo. It was certainly believable considering how much I’d been eating lately.
I knew the clock was ticking on my reveal to Leo. I was still keeping to the story of getting pregnant on my honeymoon. If he wasn’t totally dense, Leo would wonder when my period would be coming to wreck our sex life. Knowing Leo, it wouldn’t let a little blood stop him from sex.
When my eyes snapped open before the alarm, I had only a minute to react before my stomach clenched, and bile shot into my throat. Throwing the covers back, I then clamped my hand over my mouth. After racing into the bathroom, I buried my head in the toilet.
And just like that, morning sickness had begun.
When I was finished, I brushed my teeth before heading back to bed. Thankfully, I hadn’t woken Leo. He was still snoring slightly. After easing back into bed, I waited for the alarm to go off.
To my shock, my stomach growled. When it wouldn’t stop, I finally got up and went to the kitchen.
Although I’d never been a fan of eggs, nothing sounded more delicious than an omelet. And not just one omelet. I wanted two, and I wanted it with spinach and feta.
Taking my plate and orange juice, I headed into the bedroom just as Leo’s alarm went off. “Drea?” he questioned in a gravelly voice.
“Want some omelet?”
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he teased, “Since when do you cook omelets?”
“Keep talking shit, and I won’t give you any.”
With a very sexy growl, Leo commanded, “Come over here and feed your man.”
“Fine.” After cutting off a piece, I held the fork out to him. “Open wide.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Leo then flicked his tongue suggestively before I stuffed the bite in his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, he said, “This is really good.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Leo grinned. “My little domestic goddess bringing me breakfast in bed.”
“It is the most important meal of the day.”
Squeezing my ass cheek, he rubbed his face in the valley of my breasts. “I know something I’d like to feast on.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm, hmm.”
“We need to finish breakfast first.”
Leo pulled his head from my breasts before taking the plate from me. He stabbed a large piece with the fork before bringing it to my mouth. “Open up.”
After obliging him, he wagged his brows. “I know something else I’d like to stick in your mouth.”
Swallowing, I said, “You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”