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Sabine
I wakeup the next morning to the smell of food cooking in the kitchen. I can't stop the smile that curls up my lips. Trey stayed all night and true to his word he didn't try to push me into do anything with him physically, not once.
I let him sleep on the couch and from what he looked like last night he was happy to do so. I grab a pair of socks and slide out of my bed to go see what he is making that smells so good. usually my first move when I wake up in the morning is straight to bathroom, where my body has taken the term morning sickness to heart. I seem to throw up every single morning, but whatever it is that he's making somehow has settled my stoamch.it could be that I'm just happy that he's here and the fact that I'm not so emotional anymore is why I'm not throwing up anymore.
I don't want to give him so much credit, though, especially since I'm so conflicted about what's going on between us right now.
When he showed back up I was happy at first, but then it hit me what he told me that night. When I realized that he was indeed working to get Dimitri put away I figured that he was having to do this to protect me or something of that matter, but how do I know in the future he won't do something like this again. I want someone I'm on a team with. I want someone who is honest with me. I can't say I want to be with someone if one day I wake up, and I don't know if they're going to be there.
A lot of those fears were put to rest last night when he explained to me that he no longer worked for the DEA and that he sold his house in Georgia so he could move here and be closer to me. That he'd find something to do while he figured out his next move career wise. He'd shift his entirely until I was ready to take the next step, if I was ever ready to take the next step. Now the problem quickly becomes how do I already tell him that we've surpassed a few steps and in about five months he's going to be a daddy?
I just don't know how to deal with this right now.
"I walk into the kitchen and I see him making some eggs, but there's' something covered up with a paper towel that's really calling to me. I lift it and its a pile of french toast, the warm buttery cinnamon smell is by far the best thing I've ever smelled in my life. I don't even bother to pick one up, I just lean over them for a while and sniff.
His deep chuckle breaking me out of my trance, "Seems like you like the smell of cinnamon."
"Hmm, yeah, these smell divine. Thank you for cooking."I say and shoot him a grin.
"Of course. He reaches over and makes a plate for me before he places it on the table and gestures for me to sit. I have to sit on my hands to stop myself from just stuffing the warm French toast in my mouth. He grabs my cup and pours me some coffee, placing it right in front of me and i blanch.
I can't have that. The caffeine has been making me sick for the last week. "Um no thanks." I push the cup away from me, and he squints at me.
"Is something wrong with that cup?"
'No. Not at all."
"Is it burned? "He smells it
"No, no, nothing like that. I just don't want any coffee right now." I shrug and look down at my plate. This will be a lot harder than I thought.
"Okay." he says slowly before he reaches over to make himself a plate and sits across from me. He asks me a few questions. Typical over the meal conversation, but I can't focus. This French toast is so good. I ask for seconds and when I devour that, I around for more. He picks what he has on his plate off and puts it on mine.
"Don't eat your fingers off while I go to the bathroom." He jokes with me, but suddenly, I feel a little self-conscious that I'm snarfing down food like I've never eaten before.
He gets up and goes to the bathroom, while I push the plate away from me and go for some milk.
A few minutes later when he still hasn't come out of the bathroom I call out for him.
"Yeah. "He answers me and walks back into the kitchen slowly, a pensive look on his face.
"What?"
He reaches down and places a bottle on the table.
My pills.
Prenatal pills.
Shit!
I open my mouth to think of something to say before he puts his phone next to it with Google pulled up and the name of the medication displayed along with its use.
No sense in lying.
"Yeah, so..." I let my voice drift off not wanting to be the first person to say it.
