Page 105 of Sweet Surrender
Begrudgingly, we accepted we needed to go home. After the show, Savannah received three new offers to showcase her designs at upcoming shows, and with Oynx now open to the public, mine and Fox’s workload was busier than ever.
Since returning home, Fox had been dealing with an issue at The Grand Palace. Drug dealers had been caught peddling drugs in the casino, and it was something we were keen to put a stop to as soon as possible.
Fox had found out that the dealers were running for a man named Arnold Diaz, a man we both despised, but tolerated because he held a lot of power in the Las Vegas criminal underworld. He was the sort of man whom it was better to be onside with, than to be his enemy.
When Fox informed me he was planning on going to see Diaz to discuss the problem, I knew it was time for me and Savannah to return home.
We flew home through the night, landing back in Vegas at 5 am.Savannah was exhausted having spent the entire flight with a pencil in her hand, and her sketchbook in front of her.
By the time Brian stopped the car outside our house, she’d fallen fastasleep. I carried her to our bed before stripping her out of her clothes and tucking her under the covers.
I’d intended to get a few hours of sleep before meeting Fox so wecould discuss what we were going to do about the Diaz situation, but I must have been more exhausted than I’d realized, and the two of us slept right through until the afternoon.
I was woken up by Savannah flying out of bed and rushing to thetoilet. Seconds later, the sound of her puking rang out from the ensuite.
A grin curled my lips. I had a feeling I knew why she was being sick.
Getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of jogging bottoms, I grabbedthe glass of water from her bedside table and made my way to the bathroom.
Savannah was sitting on the floor, naked, and holding her hair backas she leaned over the toilet.
Her head twisted to where I was standing in the doorway, andwhen she saw I was there, she wiped her mouth.
“Here,” I said, holding out the glass.
“Thank you,” she replied, taking a sip of it. “I think I might have pickedup a bug in Paris.”
“Or you’re pregnant,” I said casually, returning to the doorway andleaning against it.
Savannah’s whole body tensed, and wide, panicked eyes found mine.“You shouldn’t joke about that kind of thing,” she said after a few seconds of silence.
Slowly, she got to her feet and my eyes dropped to her stomach, mymind conjuring up the image of what she’d look like when her bump started to show.
“Who’s joking?” I replied, walking to her and grabbing her hips. Bloodrushed to my cock, the way it always did whenever I saw my wife’s naked body.
“I hope you are,” she said dismissively, not even entertaining thepossibility. “Anyway, I can’t be pregnant, I’m on the pill.”
I stared down at my wife, wondering how she’d react when I told herthe truth. But I supposed it was about time I set her straight.
“No, you’re not. You haven’t been on the pill since you left Oregon.”
Once again her eyes widened, and her brows shot to her hairline. “Yes, I have,” she replied, her face turning ashen. “Fox gave me my pills from my old apartment, and you’ve been getting my prescription since I moved here.”
My lips curled into a smug grin as I watched her put the piecestogether.
The truth was, I’d switched her pill out from the day I’d had herapartment cleared out as a backup plan. If I hadn’t succeeded in getting her to fall for me, I knew she wouldn’t be able to leave me if she fell pregnant.
Putting a baby in her belly had taken a little longer than I’d hoped, so it was a good job she hadfallen for me.
“No. Fox gave you vitamins disguised as your pills. The samevitamins you’ve been taking every day since.”
By now, all the blood had drained from her face, and she gaped atme, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
When another few seconds passed, and she still hadn’t uttered asingle word, I let go of her hips and went to my cupboard in the bathroom. Hidden at the back, behind my cologne and moisturizers, was the stash of pregnancy tests I’d put there weeks ago.
“Here,” I said, handing her a test. “Take a test, let’s find out for sure.”
“You...you can’t be serious?” she said, her voice a horrified whisper as shelooked at the test like I’d handed her a bomb about to detonate.
