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I’m determined to make it up to her. I stir the sauce as I try to follow her handwriting for the spaghetti carbonara recipe, becoming more and more frustrated with not knowing where she is.
I glance at the table, proud of myself for following Google’s instructions on “how to impress your wife.” Pink rose petals cover the table and the candles flicker, giving it a romantic vibe.
The front door opens and I rush to greet her, only to see our guards bringing in bags upon bags of items. She went on a shopping spree. Lizzie always did that when she was pissed too.
“Could you place them in the nursery, please?” Her soft voice makes my heart race as she speaks to the guards. Then she turns to face me and stops.
She went baby shopping without me?
I glance toward the bags but have to look away. This is something we should have done together too. I’m already failing at being a father, just like I am at being a husband.
My heart hammers in my chest, hoping she doesn’t hate me. My fingers twitch to pull her toward me as her dark eyes stare at me in question. “I made dinner.”
Her eyes search mine, and her lips part.
Fuck, I want to ram my tongue down her throat right now. My dick likes the idea too, as it jumps in my joggers. Emi’s eyes connect with my cock, and I actually cringe, imagining she thinks I went to this effort just to have sex.
“I made dinner,” I repeat, hoping she realizes this pull between us isn’t just about sex.
“Thank you.” I search her eyes for insincerity but struggle to find any. My shoulders relax.
“It’s about ready.” I motion to the kitchen door, and she gives me a swift nod, stopping to take off her coat and shoes and then following me into the kitchen.
The moment she gasps, I turn to face her. Her hand is covering her mouth, and I can’t help but remove it, entwining our fingers as I do.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat for what feels like the hundredth time, but at the same time, it doesn’t quite seem enough.
“Did you do all this?” She scans over the room before coming back to my face, making my lips turn into a proud smile.
“I did. And I cooked dinner.” I tilt my head toward the stove.
Emi giggles. “You said that already.”
I drop my forehead against hers and breathe her in. But the incessant beeping breaks our moment, causing my eyes to snap over at the hob at the sauce boiling over. “Go sit your ass down and I’ll bring it over.” I tap her ass as I move past her.
Everything feels right with Emi by my side.
EMI
“What exactly is it?” I take another small nibble and then blow on it, pretending it’s too hot rather than far too salty.
“It’s spaghetti carbonara. It was the first meal you ever cooked for me, so I figured it would be the first meal I ever cooked for you too, that way it’s significant to us.” My heart melts at his thoughtful words.
I clear my throat. “It’s delicious.” I beam at him.
Shaw chuckles. “Red, you’re scrunching your nose up as you smile.” He pushes his full plate away from him. “It tastes fucking awful. I can’t cook.” He pouts, making me laugh.
“I’ll teach you, Shaw.”
His hand moves toward mine and he entwines our fingers. “I really am sorry, Emi.”
I swallow away the emotion, determined not to let him see how hurt I am. “Okay. Let’s just start again.”
He rears back as though I’ve slapped him. “I don’t want to start a-fucking-gain.”
My pulse races.Did I misread his intentions?
“I want us to work, Emi. We’re not starting from the beginning; I should have been there for you and bump, I fucked up. That’s on me, it won’t happen again.” He shakes his head as his chest heaves. Clearly, he’s enraged with himself. “I want you to rely on me, and I’m sorry you weren’t able to.”
