Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Right after I arrived tonight, he prepared a light dinner of salmon with a side of couscous. It wasn’t overly spiced. In fact, it was perfect and after eating one serving, I asked for a bit more.
Donovan happily gave it to me as he watched me finish up.
For the next hour, he kept a close eye on me. He must have been as worried as I was that I wouldn’t be able to keep the food in because he placed a plastic bowl next to where I was sitting in the back room that overlooks his garden.
I thought we’d be able to sit out there tonight but rain pelted the city for a couple of hours.
Once we got into his bed, he tenderly touched my pussy until I came while I was kissing him. I wanted to show my appreciation so I slid down his body and licked, sucked and touched him until he blew his load all over my tits.
Watching him come undone like that was incredible.
“Not today.” He fakes a frown. “Carolyn did, though.”
There’s no mention of Matthew, so I don’t press. I know they don’t always work the same shifts. The clinic is open late some evenings and on the weekends so the three vets on staff have to stagger their schedules to ensure a doctor is always there.
Nodding, I glance down at my hands. I’m half-covered by a sheet that’s draped over my lap. The only things I have on are a pink bra and a pair of black lace panties. It may not be a matching set, but Donovan doesn’t seem to mind.
As for him, he’s naked as the day he was born, and I’ve come to learn that he’s incredibly comfortable that way whenever I’m around.
I’d never complain about that.
“I think I’ll get a glass of water,” I say, suddenly feeling parched.
Before I can get out of the bed, Donovan is on his feet. “I’ll get it, Delia. Stay put.”
“I want to stretch my legs.” I really want some of the berries I spotted in his fridge, but I don’t tell him that because he’ll go above and beyond and slice them up for me, add a sprig of fresh mint, and present it all in a beautiful bowl.
I’m happy to pluck a few of the plump blueberries and ripe raspberries from their cartons and pop them directly into my mouth.
I move to stand, too, but I don’t make it.
A wave of dizziness grabs hold of me, sending me right back down onto my ass on the mattress.
“Oh, gosh,” I mutter. “I don’t feel good.”
Donovan rounds the bed in a rush until he’s next to me. His hand jumps to my wrist.
I’m no doctor, but I know when someone is taking another person’s pulse.
I sense mine is racing because combined with the unending tiredness I’ve been experiencing, the nausea and vomiting, and now this unwelcome feeling of being light-headed, I’m starting to worry that I’ve picked up the flu.
“What’s wrong, Delia?” he asks, his hand moving to cup mine gently. “What exactly are you feeling?”
“I’m a little dizzy,” I explain. “That can happen when blood sugar dips, right?”
“Sure.” He nods but there’s hesitation in his tone. “Is that something that happens to you often?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “Not usually, but it has happened a few times recently.”
“How recently?” He presses. “When exactly?”
I glance at his face. Concern is knitting his brows together. “I’m not sure. The past few weeks.”
“Since we’ve been back from the cruise?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Since then.”
“And you’ve been nauseous since then as well?”
“On and off.” I shrug. “More so the last week or two. The vomiting isn’t every day either, but some mornings I feel like I might have to, but that often passes.”
His eyes search my face before they lock on mine. “When was your last period?”
That question hits me like a freight train because the inference within it is massive.
My mouth falls open but I can’t form a single word.
With the excitement of everything happening between us, my guilt over not telling Matt that I’m involved with his boss, and the anxiety over my looming meeting with Roman and the life-altering decision related to that, I lost track of my period.
“You haven’t had a period since we’ve been back, have you?” His voice is so calm and soothing that I allow myself to sink into that for a brief moment.
“No.” My voice cracks. Not since then.”
“Delia.” He leans forward to kiss the center of my forehead.
“Am I pregnant?” I whisper words I never thought I’d hear myself say.
He tilts my chin up with his index finger. “I think you might be. I can run and get a test or you can wait and see your doctor tomorrow.”
A tear falls down my cheek as I stare into his eyes. “Did we make a baby?”