Page 100 of Reaper's Rival

I flicked the lights on in the kitchen and lit up my phone, checking the time. Six in the morning. Which meant I had slept for seventeen hours. My body had been really exhausted.

I opened the fridge and groaned, seeing it empty. Ok fine. I was desperate. I’d settle for cereal. I opened the cupboards. Nothing edible. Why had no one done the shopping?

I knew the supermarket would be open. All I wanted was food. I groaned. Did I go do the shopping? Or did I just head to the first takeaway outlet?

Takeaway. My stomach didn’t like the sound of that.

Seems like I was off to do groceries.

Chapter 22

Reaper

I woke up to her gone and I automatically went into panic mode. She hadn’t run away, her bags were still on the floor. But just because she hadn’t run didn’t mean she wasn’t going to. I knew she wasn’t thinking clearly yet. I still hadn’t had time to get through to her, to help her accept what she had been dealing with.

Make her see that she was fit to be a mother. I was half expecting to have to send every man out looking for her when I heard her laughing as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

She was eating and laughing with Brad. She was still here. She hadn’t run.

I didn’t know what Brad and she were talking about, but it was the first time I had heard her laugh in months.

Her eyes looked over Brad’s shoulder and she spotted me.

“Morning, Kade.” She got up. “You hungry?”

“You’ve been cooking?”

“Yep.”

“So you’ve eaten?” I didn’t believe she had eaten willingly. I was positive I’d have to force-feed her, the way she had been avoiding food.

“Don’t sound so shocked.” She went to lick her thumb. But I was quicker, taking her thumb in my mouth, my hands grabbing her hips and pulling her to me.

“Jam?” I finished licking her thumb.

She smirked. “You hungry?”

“Not for food.”

“I’m going before this gets R-rated.” Brad pushed the chair back, getting up. “Thanks for pancakes, Abby.”

“No worries, Brad.” Abby’s eyes hadn’t left mine. “Sure you don’t want pancakes?”

Brad was gone, leaving me alone with my pregnant girlfriend. I ran my hands down her sides, gripping her by the hips and lifting her onto the table. “Not hungry.”

“You look hungry.”

“Like I said, not for food.”

“I’m not having sex in the kitchen.”

I groaned. “Why not?”

She laughed. “I thought you would have had enough of me by now.” She dipped her head, looking me in the eye. “Sorry for wasting your day yesterday.”

“I don’t see spending time with you as wasting time.” The truth was nothing was as important as her. “So you’ve eaten, slept. Are you feeling better?”

“Is that your way of asking if I’ve decided to keep the baby?” She looked at me, knowing exactly what I wanted to know. Had she decided? Had I done enough yet to make her want to have my child? I knew it had been a day. But surely she knew by now, I wasn’t letting her go.

---