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So, Atlas makes sure someone is always here that sees my safety as a priority. Because of the baby?
What else am I supposed to think?
Other than his threat to kidnap and marry me, we haven't discussed what being coparents will look like. As determined as he is to invade every aspect of my life, when I start asking questions about the future, there is always someone, or something else, that needs his attention.
Every night I go to bed alone, but every morning I wake up wrapped in his arms.
The first morning, I cut up rough about it, but Atlas pointed out that like the night before, I didn't fall into a deep sleep until he joined me. I still don't invite him to sleep with me. I don’t even invite him to stay on my sofa, but Atlas does what he wants.
He doesn't initiate sex. Neither do I. No matter how out of control my ovaries are from my pregnancy hormones. I know why I don't, but I don't know what is holding him back.
He's already proven that I'm easily seduced by him. I might think he doesn't want me anymore, but when I wake up in his arms it is always with his raging hard erection pressing into my back too.
"Shit, cousin, you need to get laid," Helios says after Atlas bites his head off about asking me to order the craft beer for the weekend.
Atlas glares at me.
"What did I do?" I demand.
It's not my fault that Shawn is interested in me. I don't do anything to encourage him. Not that he is as pushy lately. In fact, if I am there when he makes a delivery, he keeps a wary eye on Atlas and respectful distance from me.
"I think it's what you won't do," Helios says. "Have you cut my cousin off since we took over your club?"
"One, my sex life or lack thereof, is none of your business. Two, you didn't take over my club. I sold it to Zeus."
The look Helios gives me says he doesn't see the difference. But there is one. I took my fate into my own hands and forced Zeus to buy the club with the stipulation that Lenny would always be taken care of.
I am not powerless.
"You ready for lunch?" Atlas asks me, his tone clipped.
"Wow, how can I turn down such a charming offer?" I roll my eyes. "Yes, I'm ready."
The best way to control my nausea after waking is to snack throughout the day. If I don't each lunch soon, I'll need a granola bar, or something if I want to maintain my new normal.
"Let's go upstairs." Atlas lifts a to-go bag from my favorite Italian restaurant up.
"When did you get that?" I follow him up to my apartment.
"I had Bobby pick it up."
"Thank you."
He grunts.
I shake my head, having to stifle a weird urge to smile. He's kind of cute cranky. Knowing he's in a bad mood because of me is just a bonus.
Again, not powerless.
We plate the food together and Atlas puts it on the table while I get us both a drink. "Cranberry-cherry juice okay?"
He shudders. "Water is fine."
I hide my smirk. He doesn't like any form of cranberry juice, but it's my favorite drink.
After placing both beverages on the table, I sit down.
"When are you moving into your house?" he asks.
