Page 174 of Monster

We got Braxton home a few days before, and if the little boy was surprised to see me here and living with his dad, he didn’t show.

I was sure Dominic told him about us beforehand, though what he said was a mystery to me.

I had been having nightmares.

Of Dominic leaving me, and I couldn’t find him anywhere.

I was glad he stayed home because I wasn’t ready for him to leave and go back to his business as if everything was fine.

Everything was not fine.

And sure enough, my newest problem made itself known.

I quickly, but quietly, jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

I opened the toilet lid and hurled last night’s dinner into the bowl.

Tears stung my eyes, and I felt absolutely miserable.

I was pregnant.

Fuck Dominic and his breeding kink, and fuck him for making me love him so much, to the point where I didn’t think I could breathe.

To the point where I had already forgiven him for getting me pregnant on purpose.

I still haven’t told him.

I didn’t want to see the smugness in his eyes.

I might just punch him in the throat if that were the case.

I noticed movement from behind me then, when I was no longer throwing up and instead just dry heaving.

It seemed I couldn’t keep this little secret anymore.

I was surprised he hadn’t noticed all the signs before.

I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, but I had all the signs, from being overly emotional to the morningandevening sickness, to being more tired than usual, and even to my tender breasts.

A terrible symptom, considering how much Dominic loved waking me up most mornings by sucking on my nipples—

I shut the lid off and turned, leaning against the toilet and leveling him with a glare.

“You knew.”

He smiled, that possessive look coming into his eyes.

It was becoming a common look for him whenever he looked at me.

“Yup.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting for you to tell me.”

“Are you happy now?” I asked meanly. “Now I’m pregnant and miserable.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he reached down and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest, taking in his scent because as mad as I was at him, I still craved him.

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