He was asleep while I was wide awake.
But it was just such a huge deal. We’d “made up”, or at the very least, we’d fallen back to obeying this chemistry between us.
For three nights, he’d been with me, sleeping over and then leaving early in the morning when I’d usually fall back asleep after hitting snooze again. He kept me up so late, having sex over and over and in all the rooms we’d reach. On the floor. In the shower. Everywhere and anyplace we could.
I sighed, so content, but as the deep breath left me, that nausea returned.
Okay, this isn’t in my mind.
I frowned, staring at the lines of ink on his arms and tracing it visually. Yesterday when I traced it with my fingertip, I’d woken him up and that led to a quickie before he left. With how funky my stomach was, I wasn’t sure I could even be up for that right now.
I definitely feel off.
It could be that I was overdoing it. Adrik couldn’t get enough of me at night, and I supposed that there were many core muscles that I wasn’t using that were now overwhelmed and strained.
Yeah, but pulled muscles don’t make you want to puke.
Lying there and relishing the warmth from his hard body, I thought back to when it started. If it could be a bug.
Well, I felt off after he killed him…
Thoughts about my father’s death weren’t so hard to manage now. They’d pop up, more like reminders that hewasgone and could never bother me anymore. I didn’t entertain thoughts about Adrik’s role in causing his death. That dismissal camenaturally because when I reminded myself that my father had made the choices that warranted his death, it wasn’t as horrendous to accept as a fact. A necessity, no matter how cruel that might seem.
I couldn’t forget, though, how upset I’d been after that day when Adrik went to kill him.
I’d been more disillusioned than anything else. Those days after his death, I fell into a vacant state of being bothered by how my father had treated me when he was a part of my life.
It had been a difficult time, and I hadn’t held on to much of an appetite. Stress did that to a person. Loss of appetite wasn’t worrisome by itself.
Oh, no.
Another urge to run to the bathroom had me wincing.
Adrik tightened his arm around me and nuzzled his face against my neck.
Dammit.
What is this?
I cringed, dreading the one thing I didn’t want to think of as a valid possibility.
I can’t be.
Adrik and I had only had sex twice within the right timeframe for me to be pregnant, but even I knew that it only took once.
But I can’t be!
I thought back to the nosy and noisy Linda-Lisa at the office when I was still at the firm. She’d just had a baby. And she was expecting another so soon after giving birth. Perhaps she was one of those super-fertile women or something, but I tried to recall what she had acted like when she was early in her pregnancy. Other than annoying, which I hated to admit.
She was annoying before she was pregnant, too, though. That’s nothing but stating a fact.
I rolled my eyes and concentrated.
She had whined about nausea.
Check.
She suffered from being sleepy and sluggish, needing a nap in the middle of the afternoon.
