Page 46 of Midnight Danger

“Lack of information didn’t keep me safe last time,” I pointed out.

“My world is too dark for someone as pure as you to live in.”

“Zee.” I grabbed his hand with both of mine. “This is our world; I should have grown up in this world beside you. If knowing about your enemies keeps our baby safe, then I need to be kept in the loop.”

He leaned forward until his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered.

“Well, you have to keep me now because you got me pregnant.”

He laughed, his breath mingling with mine. “If I recollect, you were a willing participant.”

“Yeah, well, I’m blaming your dick.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning to put my seatbelt on. “He dickmatised me.”

His chuckle made me smile as he turned the engine on and manoeuvred the car out. I tended to blame his dick on most things. “You’re so fucking weird that I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You try being a woman around that magical dick of yours when he starts working his voodoo on your hoodoo, and the next thing you know you’re pregnant.”

His laugh echoed around me. “My what on your what?”

“Exactly.” I nodded and folded my arms as if I’d won the argument.

“Let me get this straight. My dick performed magic on your vagina and made her corrupt your contraceptive pill so that he could get you pregnant?”

“Don’t be silly,” I snapped. “Your super potent sperm annihilated my contraceptive pill.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m putting this down to pregnancy hormones,” he quipped.

“Which are technically your fault.”

His mouth opened like he was going to say something, but then he snapped it shut again. A slow, sexy smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t even say it,” I warned. “Today is not the day to be a smartass or a clever dick. I can no longer fit into my favourite work skirt and that is your fault. My beautiful collection of sexy heels no longer fit because my feet swell up.”

Xavier looked perplexed, his brow furrowed. “Sorry?” he replied in question.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to find that perfect skirt that makes you feel confident? Then you accompany it with the perfect pair of red heels that say fuck me but scowl at the same time if anyone approaches.”

“Sorry, baby. I’ll be honest, I don’t have the legs for skirts and all my heels are in storage.”

“Are you humouring me?” I demanded. “I loved that skirt and those shoes.”

Then I started crying as I remembered how I felt in those shoes. They cost me a month’s wages but had been worth every single pound.

“Shit!” The car swerved as Xavier turned to stare at me. “Are you okay?”

“No,” I wailed. “You made me fat and pregnant and my pretty shoes don’t fit anymore.”

His eyes widened in panic at the crazy woman in his car. Xavier controlled every situation, but right now he had the appearance of a man ready to tear his hair out. The car accelerated forward, weaving through traffic until we got to the obstetrician’s office.

He didn’t speak until we went inside, and he gave the receptionist our details. She handed me a hankie.

“My favourite skirt and shoes don’t fit,” I sniffed.

The receptionist nodded sympathetically. “What type of shoes?”

“Jimmy Choo.” It was ridiculous, even I knew that, but I couldn’t stop the sobs that followed.

Xavier stared at the door longingly.

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