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The first fullday of being in his mansion was surreal. Overlooking the ocean in Malibu, guarded with miles of gates. Horses, gardens, it was paradise.

He told me he bought the property two years ago and a bunch of other stuff, but in my dizziness and nausea, and as much as I wanted to hear the history, I was too sick to pay attention.

A, it was a palace, a real freaking palace overlooking the ocean. Breathtaking. B, his bedroom had an entire floor to ceiling wall that viewed the ocean. From his bed, the glistening ocean sparkles smiled.

I didn’t leave his bed. Well, only to use the restroom…quite frequently. And of course, a pristine trashcan waited for me whenever I couldn’t make it to the restroom.

Anything I needed he got for me.

His assistant brought me comfortable leggings and cotton shirts, and he even had her driving all over the Los Angeles area in search for remedies for my morning sickness. A few remedies proved to work and, at times, a warm nice helping of potato soup and a delicious slice of garlic bread did the trick. But only for a few moments before I found myself again repeating the whole mess.

The second and third day in his home we binged watched TV series, and he laid in bed all day with me. Cuddled up against his smooth chest, I’d frequently fall asleep and awake feeling so right. The only thing soothing my sickness was the soup, momentarily.

Shelly came to visit me and brought my textbooks, much to my dire request. She and Kyle both shook their heads at my insistence of studying when I was so sick. But this morning sickness really was putting me behind on my lectures, and I was determined to study.

But even in studying, I couldn’t focus.

I felt so damn sick.

That’s when on day four we went to the ER. I was dehydrated and not retaining nutrients which was detrimental to the baby’s health. I was admitted for an IV drip, and after my vitals were received from my doctor, I was informed of my diagnosis— Hyperemesis gravidarum.

I had already lost five pounds, and both the doctor and Kyle were concerned. It was true though. I really couldn’t do anything. I would need his help.

Kyle insisted that I move in with him for full time care. As much as I wanted to stay in control, I agreed.

I was getting into a routine, one of which consisted of nothing—in bed, miserable. The only reprieve was sleep.

“Baby, I think it’s time I meet your parents.”

This made my stomach even flip more! I moaned into his luxurious down comforter pillow. He was right.

“But I can’t travel.”

“I know. That’s why they should come here.”

I sat up in bed, running my fingers through the tangles in my hair, the bed head of a mess. I looked over at him, feeling incredibly weak?

“Do you still think I’m sexy?” Tears filled my eyes. “With no make up on and my hair a ratty mess. I feel so awful already!”

“Baby, come here. You’re the most beautiful now than I’ve ever known. You’re carrying our baby.” His soft lips caressed mine before he gently kissed down between my breasts and unto my belly where soft kisses enveloped my soft skin. Between it tickling and my snuffles, I burst into laughter as the fresh tears fell.

His electric eyes looked up into mine. “That’s what I like to see. I’m going to keep doing it.” He gently kissed me before I finally broke away, rolling on my side giggling. His strong arms soon covered mine as he spooned beside me, his warm whisper sending chills on my ears.

“You’re sexiest woman alive. Don’t ever doubt that. And I’m the luckiest man alive, and today’s the luckiest day of my life.”

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