Page 258 of Damaged Mogul
“What if we have twins?”
“I’m okay with that.”
She nods.
Her expression is so vulnerable, it made trekking around Europe to find her, worth it.
My stomach growls.
I gesture at the food. “Dig in before I eat everything in sight.”
“I’ll stick to plain bread and cheese, followed by the strawberry and rhubarb purée.”
She was sick earlier this morning, but managed to hold down some fruit.
“Were you sick again?”
She nods. “While you were taking a shower.”
Shit.
I wish I could do something, but I’m powerless.
I serve her.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“Get used to it.”
She beams at me.
I’ve been protective of her since day one, but after last night, something primal ripped from its dormancy.
This woman and the child she’s caring are my world.
I grab the bowl of latte, load a plate with a variety of morning pastries, and a couple boiled eggs.
I finish an almond croissant in two bites.
Lily giggles.
I shrug and keep eating.
We make idle conversation over breakfast, mostly talking about how much our lives will change when we become parents.
When we’re done, I grab my phone and send off a text.
“Mikki is beside herself,” she says. “She can’t wait for me to return to LA. She was wondering why I wasn’t responding to her texts. She was unaware of the turmoil I was dealing with.”
I grab her hand into mine. “It’s water under the bridge now.”
She nods.
“Speaking of Mikki, Phoenix texted me, telling me he’s certain I knocked you up from the way I was devouring you with my eyes when we first met.” I shake my head. “Idiot.”
She laughs. “I’m going to have to pick Dom’s brain. She understands this pregnancy thing better than me.”
“You should connect with Levi Aldridge’s wife. She’s also pregnant.”
