Page 257 of Damaged Mogul
Lily’s smile could rival the brilliance of the Corsican sun.
I kiss her forehead. “What are you reading?”
“A few articles online about what to expect during the first trimester.”
“I suspectwe’llbe reading a lot of those.”
She offers a shy smile.
“I’m famished,” I say.
“You weren’t joking out there, Mr. Olympic.” She drops her device on the table and lifts her eyes to meet mine. “You’re an incredible swimmer. And you’re fast.”
I take a seat at the head of the table. “You should’ve joined me.”
“I don’t know how to swim.”
“We’ll have to change that when you get to LA.”
“No rush.”
The expression on her face is priceless.
“I have a pool on my property. You have to learn how to swim so you can teach our little one.”
She grins wide. “Our little one… that’s wild.”
“It is.”
A pummeling of emotions ricocheted through me when she dropped the baby news in my lap. I wouldn’t want any other woman to carry my child.
Gérard approaches, carrying a tray.
“The breakfast,” he says. Although, it comes out sounding likeDe brakafast.
“Thank you,” Lily says.
“Merci,” I say.
“Text me.” He winks.
He doesn’t wait for a response. He turns on his hell and heads back into the house.
Lily leans into the table. “What was that about? He’s chipper than usual.”
“He’s happy he can communicate in English with more ease.”
She gives me a thoughtful half pout. “I wish I had thought of encouraging him to use a translation app. The fact he can hear how to pronounce the words, makes a world of difference. You’re pretty smart, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”
“At least you know our kid will be a freaking genius.”
She laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
Her laugh is a melody I’ve missed so fucking much.
“Our child…” she says in a soft voice.
“Yes, angel, our little boy or little girl.”
