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How’s my pretty girl and my baby this morning?
More rested than I’ve been in a long time. Sorry I never thanked you for the amazing gift yesterday. I totally fell asleep before I got around to it.
Are you still snuggled in bed? Hope I didn’t wake you.
Why? Are you going to break your vow of celibacy and come over?
Three dots let me know he was crafting his response, and I wished on every star in the sky my dream would come true and he’d go down on me for brunch.
What did I say? I want to connect with you on an emotional level for a change.
Ugh. Tell that to my W.A.P.
Say that again?
You heard me.
You’re playing with fire, princess.
Promises, promises. My pussy wants to ride on that perfect dick of yours until you put another baby in me.
Many dots and many minutes passed.
Pretty sure that’s physiologically impossible. I’m bringing you breakfast. And that’s it.
God dammit, he was such an annoying fucker. I can’t believe I was going to have his baby.
CHAPTER11
RILEY
Breakfast in hand, I smiled to myself at the sloth figurine wearing a purple wizard’s robe and hat while casting “slow-motion” spells on the front stoop. Faith already told me about the slothicorn she’d invented for Halloween, and I admired the unicorn horn, which gave its sleepy wearer a magical touch. Holidays would be fun with a mom like Faith.
When she didn’t answer right away, I worried.
She swung open the door, interrupting my chain of thoughts, and the mere sight of her made my heart somersault in my chest. Then I took in the minor details that divulged her state of mind.
She’d tossed her gorgeous tresses up into what she called a high pony. Thin lines of dried tears streaked down her cheeks, and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying.
My heart sank as I took in her appearance. All the laughter and joy that usually filled her face had been replaced by sorrow. “Tell daddy what’s wrong.”
She flinched at the sound of my voice. Dammit. The bridled anger in my voice was directed at whatever hurt her, and now I’d made it worse. “Every minute of the morning is wrong,” she said. I can’t keep any food down no matter how hungry I am, and my mouth constantly tastes like barf.” Her beauty blew me away, even when she was sorrowful and wearing pajamas.
Before long, the overwhelming odor of pancakes and pork sausage wafted around us, and made her gut grumble, breaking up our brief silence. Suddenly she seemed like she was going to be sick again. I whipped the warm package I brought her behind my back.
She spun on her heel and bolted for the bathroom. I tossed the culprit in the trash outside where she couldn’t smell it, then returned to follow the sound of Faith emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. “Poor baby.” I said, kneeling beside her. I grabbed her ponytail in my hand to keep it away from her face while she continued to dry heave.
During a respite, she moaned, “Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this.”
I did my darndest, to soothe her, rubbing circles on her back. “That’s what daddies are for, princess. Besides, you puke pretty.”
“That might be the best compliment ever,” she said. “Looks like this round of Puketopia is over. I’m safe to leave the bathroom.”
I followed her down the hall, thinking about how I couldn’t wait to move her into my place so I could be with her for every challenge she faced during her pregnancy. It wasn’t right for her to be alone when she was this sick.
“I brought you something.” I had to smile, seeing her girlish glee so shortly after puking her guts out.
“What is it?” Her wide eyes sparkled, and her hands flew to her face in anticipation.
