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"You forgot your food, asshole." I motioned toward the plate he'd left in front of me.
"No, I didn't." His low chuckle echoed off the walls as I cringed.
"Jesus," I muttered. I didnotneed to know that. Sure, the first time I'd met Kennedy, I acknowledged she was gorgeous. But as soon as Zen made it clear she was with him, I started to see her as a sister more than anything else.
Shaking my head, I heard the stairs creak behind me. Turning, my eyes traveled up and down the length of Amara's body while she stepped onto the hardwood floor and made her way over to the kitchen.
Fuck, she took my breath away.
My body came alive whenever I was around her, and it had since the very first time we'd met. When she'd slipped her hand in mine and introduced herself, I'd felt a jolt of electricity pass between us. I knew right then I had to have her in my life. The problem was she kept running away from me. I said a silent thanks, again, at the fact that we'd ended up in this situation.
She was carrying my baby.Ourbaby. She couldn't run from me anymore.
Now Amara would have to face what we were and what we could be.
The look in her eyes, the way her body responded to mine in the same way mine responded to hers told me she wanted me, too.
"Think you can eat something before we go?" I stood up from the stool, walking across the kitchen to grab her a plate as she took my seat at the bar.
"I'll give it a shot." She nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrowed. She was so fucking cute.
"One waffle coming right up." I popped a frozen waffle into the toaster and turned around, leaning my hip against the counter. "How are you feeling?"
"Weirdly nauseated and hungry at the same time." She sighed and lifted her warm brown eyes to meet mine. "Tell me again this will all be worth it."
I pushed off the counter and closed the distance between us, sliding my palm against her still flat stomach. "This will be the best thing we ever do, mama." I pressed my lips to her forehead just as I heard the toaster pop up.
As I went to go grab her breakfast, she asked, "How about a hint of what we're doing this morning?"
I laughed. "Not a chance."
She sighed again. "It was worth a shot."
Dropping the plate with a plain waffle in front of her, I turned around and poured her a glass of orange juice. "Little P needs her breakfast and we've only got an hour until we're supposed to be there."
Her eyebrow lifted, and she took a tiny bite. "Where?"
I smirked. "Get dressed, and you'll find out."
* * *
An hour later,I parked my Jeep, and we walked up to the nondescript medical building, making our way around to the back entrance the staff told me to use so we wouldn't be seen. I wanted Amara to have privacy when it came to this pregnancy until she decided otherwise, even if that meant it stayed a secret. Being seen with me in public would thrust her right into the spotlight whether she was ready or not, so we had to be careful.
Thankfully, I'd learned some lessons from Zen and Kennedy's issues last year, and I felt ready to keep her out of the public eye if that's what she wanted.
I held the glass door open as Amara passed by, her cinnamon scent making my mouth water. "This way." I walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. While we waited, I reached out for her hand, which she slipped into mine. I squeezed her fingers and smiled down at her.
Her eyes were bright, and her dark, wavy hair fell down her back. I resisted the impulse to run my fingers through the silky strands. Instead, I stepped into the elevator, pushing the button for the tenth floor as Amara turned to face me.
"What is this place? It looks like an office building." Her brows furrowed, and her nose wrinkled just a little.
Adorable.
I grinned. "We're almost there."
The shiny metal doors slid open, and a woman in dark blue scrubs with a warm smile greeted us as we stepped off the elevator and into an empty hallway. "Mr. Easton? Ms. Divan?"
"That's us." I glanced over at Amara. "Ready?"
