Page 110 of Double Daddies
“Eight?” Her eyes widen.
“Why?” I ask, concerned. “You don’t have another shift today, do you?”
“No, just… I slept for twelve hours?” she asks incredulously. As a charge nurse, she usually averages five hours a night, so I understand why she’s shocked.
“Well, youarepregnant,” I remind her, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Now, come have some breakfast.”
She winces at the mention of food. “I’m not feeling so great.”
“Nausea?” Ryle asks as he strides into the kitchen. He’s already wearing a pressed suit and has a newspaper under his arm.
Cami looks at him, then away again, flushing. “I… I don’t know. Just not great.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I say quietly. “If we’re all in this together for the time being, then we better be all in, right? And that means knowing what’s going on with you so we know how to help.”
“I guess.”
“Come on, you have to eat something. Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll get you some scrambled eggs?” I escort her to the table and pull out a chair for her. She sits down, but by the time I move away, I can’t help but notice sheislooking a little pale.
“There’s sausage and bacon too,” Ryle adds.
The only sound Cami makes is a groan.
I smother my chuckle and busy myself with fixing her a plate. “You’re pregnant,” I say as I arrange a cluster of grapes on her plate next to the pile of fluffy eggs and a slice of toast. “You’ve got to keep up your strength, so at least try a few bites.” But when I set the plate down in front of her, I have little hope that she’ll eat.
“Speaking of pregnancy… you should probably lay off the coffee.”
The look Cami gives Ryle almost makes me feel sorry for him.
“She can have one cup a day,” I tell him, then give her a reassuring smile.
“One cup,” she moans.
“This isn’t a surprise to you,” I respond, my tone gentle but firm. “You’re a nurse.”
“Exactly. I should have immunity, or something.”
I chuckle. “Well, as soon as you’ve got proof you do, I’ll reconsider, but until then, one cup.” I level her with a serious gaze. “Understand?”
Cami sighs. “Yes, sir.” She takes another sip and swallows, then frowns at her cup.
“Gone already, huh?”
She doesn’t answer except to plunk the cup down loudly on the table.
I glance over at Ryle, wondering what he thinks of her mini tantrum.
He’s walking toward us with another cup, which he sets down in front of her. “Here, try this orange juice instead. It’s fresh squeezed.”
As soon as his back is turned, Cami makes a face at him. If I’d seen it before we made our agreement yesterday, I probably would have found it reason to celebrate, but as it is, I clear my throat sternly.
“Fine, I’ll drink the juice,” she mutters darkly. “But don’t expect me to be happy about it.”
I take a seat next to her and begin to eat my own omelet. I decide it must be pretty good juice, because by the time she’s done, I swear sheishappy about it.
“So if you don’t have to work, what’s on the docket for today?”
“Eating eggs, apparently.” She makes a face.
