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His voice had been travelling from his study all day, I couldn’t make out what he was saying as it was too muffled, but I could tell he wasn’t a happy bunny. Part of me wanted to go upstairs and console him but I knew by his silence at the dining table that he just wanted to wallow.
Nathan parked further down the driveway. Nathan was paranoid that the decorators would scratch his car. I wish he’d parked a little closer, sure I can see the car about thirty feet away but that’s a good thirty feet I could’ve avoided walking down.
“I’ll meet you there,” Jeanine says and climbs into her own vehicle.
While we’re in the village we stop by a bookstore, there’s a lot to choose from but nothing that interests me. Jeanine goes book mad, piling them in her basket before spending twenty minutes chatting to the girl behind the counter. Something glints out of the corner of my eye, I immediately head for the shelf and pick up the gorgeous leather journal with a brass buckle keeping it closed.
“What is this?” I ask, effectively cutting off their conversation.
“One of the leather journals I got in stock a while back. Only sold a few. I think that’s the last one,” she says from across the store.
My hand runs across the A4 sized book, the leather is patterned beautifully. “How much is it?”
“Fifty,” she responds and I almost choke.
“Fifty?”
“Yes, it should be sixty.”
Well I do enjoy a bargain. With a heavy sigh I take the journal to the counter and hand over my card. Inputting my pin into the machine after a long moment’s deliberation, I finally relax. Fifty pound is a lot of money. There are a lot of things I could buy with that.
Nathan deserves this more. He’s done a lot for me and something tells me he’ll love this.
She wraps the book in parcel paper and places it in a bag for me. I take it with a thank you and follow Jeanine out of the store.
We part ways and I go home feeling a little better.
Although the place still stinks of paint when I arrive. Gross.
Tucking the leather journal away somewhere safe in my room, I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling, my heavy stomach bouncing around. Caleb was always moving, always. Maybe the baby gets it from him.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Come in,” I call, still sprawled on my back with my legs over the side of the bed.
“Where’ve you been?” Nathan asks and closes the door. The paint smell seems to be bothering him too.
“I just went into town for an hour,” I say on a yawn, raising myself onto my elbows. “You didn’t need the car did you?”
He shakes his head, I pat the bed beside me and flop back down. I’m shocked when he joins me. His head turns towards me only a foot away from mine. We share a smile but his fades when I wince a little at the dull ache throbbing in my lower back. “What’s wrong?”
“Back ache,” I admit and wriggle a little. “It’s okay, it’ll pass soon.”
I hear a thud when Nathan slides to his knees by the bed. A squeal escapes me as his hands grip the place behind my knees and pull me off the bed. My body spins until only my chest is resting on the bed and my knees rest on the floor.
What’s he doing? “Nath…”
“Relax,” he commands as his covered fingers lift my top up my back.
I try to look back at him but his hand presses my face back into the bed. Soon his fingers start stroking against my skin, I tense momentarily until they dig deep at the base of my spine and slowly work that area. Oh god, that feels great.
I barely register it when he slides a cushion under my knees, because one hand never stops the massage that is working the ache out of my back.
“Don’t stop doing whatever it is you’re doing,” I groan.
Am I drooling? I think I’m drooling.
He kneels directly behind me to get to all of the right spots more effectively.
My legs slip a little on the floor as I relax deeper into the mattress, the top curve of my stomach touching the side of it. Unfortunately Nathan’s closer than anticipated and if this position isn’t already awkward enough my arse connects with his groin.
He tenses and clears his throat, his fingers still on my back.
“Sorry,” I whisper into the quilt and slide forward a little.
“No problem,” he seems to choke out. Then to make matters worse, he adds, “Your skin is flawless.”
I blink in shock, “What?”
“Your skin,” he repeats and brushes his fingers lightly over the curve of my hips, making me shiver. “It’s flawless.”
“It’s pregnancy, it has many benefits,” I mumble and move my hips a little. “Keep going.”
