Page 86 of Living Hell

It wasn’t until he left the bed and I heard the water running in the bathroom before I realized where I was.

When he finally came back to bed, he pulled me into his arms. I curled around his body as if I was made for that spot.

“I can’t wait to find out what our baby looks like.”

I held up my hand. “Slow down there, partner. There’s still seven and a half months to get through.”

I hoped. My hand began to tremble, and he immediately grabbed it in his.

“You’re right. I can wait. What I really look forward to is seeing how cute you’ll look with your belly filled with our baby. I’ll have to start lifting weights if I’m expected to carry you up the stairs when you’re super pregnant.”

Pulling back my hand, I lifted up on my elbow so I could glare down at him. “Super? As in big? Wow, you’re really not good at making a woman feel good about herself.”

His eyes lit up as he smiled. The jerk was totally enjoying this. “I can’t imagine how big your undies will become. I’ll probably have to buy a tent at some point and pass them off as your underwear.” He jumped from the bed faster than I had expected. It was a good thing because I was going to make him pay for that.

“You’re an asshole. I’m pregnant with your child and you’re insulting me and my giant future panties.”

“Did it work?”

My eyes widened as I jerked my head back. “Did what work?”

“You’re not scared and sad anymore. I’ll take all your anger if it means you spend less time worrying about this pregnancy.”

Maybe he was smarter than I thought . . .

“A better plan would be to get me food instead.”

He stood, completely naked as he sliced the air with his arm. “Whatever you desire. I’ll run to the store or get takeout or even get my brother to bake more of his muscle brownies. Anything for the woman I love.”

I bit my lip and gave him the sweetest smile I could muster. “I’d like some pickle juice with raisins. Oh, and some ginger tea, please.”

All the color in his face disappeared, and I feared he might faint.

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