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That’s what I saw in my mother when she cooked. Our fridge was hardly stocked growing up, but my ma could cook up some of the best dishes ever with just a few items.
I rub my flat stomach as I pour the whisked eggs into the pan with the fried tortillas. I move on to the crema and salsa next, but the scent of the eggs cooking makes my stomach twist with sudden nausea.
“Oh fuck.” I cover my mouth a dash to the half bath next to Leo’s office and dry heave in the sink.
“You gross eggs. Damn you and your puke inducing smell.” I rinse my mouth and tug the neck of my shirt over my nose. I can’t just give up now.
I rush back to the kitchen, thankfully Leo isn’t up and watching my horror slash cooking show debacle.
I mix the eggs while breathing through my mouth then pour in the salsa and vegetable mix.
Thankfully, the spices have erased the scent of inhumane eggs. I mean seriously. What the hell else am I going to find disgusting?
I shake my head and finish the rest of the dish without another gag scene.
I wonder what it’ll be like when I’m no longer incubating the little human. I love him or her already and imagining what mornings will be like once there’s a little slobber face creature sitting in on the fun.
“Are you going to be one of those rare breeds that is quiet and observant like your dad or are you going to be loud and clumsy like your mama?”
I ask my tummy as I put the plates in the warmer. I turn to wash my hands when a deep voice has me jolting out of my skin.
“I hope she’s like you, doll.”
“You frucking ninja!” I squeal as I grab my heart which is pounding like a damn war drum.
Leo is sitting at the island with his elbow on the table and sleepy face resting on his palm.
I take a moment to get my fill of his delicious body. He’s not wearing a shirt and his hair is uncombed and wild. His dark eyes rack my body as mine do his. He drops his hand to the table and tilts his head as a smirk plays on his lips.
“Frucking?”
So, he heard my new curse word.
“Yes. I need to start the curse word substitute habit now if I’m going to keep my tongue in check once the baby is here.”
I walk around the table and step between his legs. I glide my hands up his arms, smiling at his goosebumps—I love that I can do that to him, “You need to start practicing too, you foul-mouth alpha.”
Leo dips his head and kisses my neck and jaw, biting me softly before answering, “No. I’m not going to cuss in front of my child but I’m not going to walk around with a habit of saying frucking like a pussy.”
I yank his hair, making his face tilt up to mine but his eyes hold nothing but humor, “I can throat punch you right now,” I tell him with the threat clear in my voice.
I will not let anyone cuss in front of my baby. At least, that’s what I tell myself. I’m sure once I’ve lost enough sleep, I’ll be cussing so bad all of Chicago’s toughest men will blush.
Leo ignores my threat and my fist gripping hair. He licks my chin with a smile, “Hell. Fucking. No.” He enunciates each word before tickling my ribs, making me squeal and let go of his thick locks.
“Asshole,” I grumble as I walk around the island to get the plates.
“You just cussed.” Leo teases but his chuckles turn to a groan when I put the plate in front of him.
“Damn, baby. If you cook like this every day, I’ll never say another cuss word again.”
Leo digs into his food, while I cut open a grapefruit. I’m not too keen on the bitter tart so I pour on some sugar.
Leo’s words float through my mind, “You really hope the baby is like me?”
“Yes, I do. You have a carefree spirit and I want our son or daughter to have the same mindset. I want to keep them untouched by the world’s dirty hands as long as possible. I was too tarnished at an early age to be free spirited.”
I can see it. Leo has this serious look most of the time that when he does something without thought, it almost shocks me and those around him. I bet he was a serious kid too.
