My Baby's Father is a Rockstar?

Chapter 21 "Is he dying?"

        I can’t remember when the last time I had a very good sleep was; as far as I can remember, I never had enough nor good sleep since the day I slept with a god like jerk whom I did not intend to meet in a party and changed everything in my life which gives me more reason to think. I can claim that I am the type of person who overthinks a lot, like definitely a lot that’s why Sasha needs to remind me from time to time not to think too much.  Ironically, now I am being reminded by the jerk who slept with me months ago not to overthink because of the growing child inside me. I woke up like I had slept for hundred years, too much for a sleeping beauty, aren’t I? I felt so relaxed and peaceful, I know this is a weird question for me to ask but is this how it feels like to sleep with someone who cuddles you? I stretched my body as protracted as I could when I realized I am alone in the bed. Where is Ronan? I sat down on the bed, reaching out for the blanket to cover my legs since I am only wearing the big white thin shirt of Ronan when the door suddenly opened and Ronan appeared with hot smile on his face while carrying a tray of pancakes filled with maple syrup with whipped cream and strawberry on top and a cup of hot chocolate milk.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” he greeted with a teasing smile, too much irony for a morning.

“Good morning” I answered calmly as possible as I could, it’s so hard not to swoon over a jerk with a perfect smile and serving you an amazing breakfast in bed on his sweatpants only. Presenting to mankind how god like his body is, a body that most men work hard for to earn and women swoon over. For Ronan, things are effortless, his looks are undeniably swoon worthy, his body is something to die for, his voice is something that you cannot unhear however the only thing that I don’t like about him is that he can be a total jerk and asshole at the same time sometimes.

“Did you have enough sleep?” as he walks towards the bed, to me.

“Yes”

“There’s no doubt on that”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Cuddling lessens stress”

Still raising my eyebrow at him.

“According to research, so not really my claim” he explained with a grin. Now, my question had been finally answered. He sat down on the side of the where he slept and put the tray slowly on my lap.

“Thank you” I muttered.

“You’re welcome” then Ronan picked up the utensils and tried to cut a small piece of pancake. “Open your mouth”, he ordered me.

“You don’t have to feed me like a baby”

“Stop complaining, I’m trying to be chivalrous here” he ordered again. I opened my mouth and he put the food slowly. To my surprise, the food actually tasted so good.

“The food is really good” I said in a surprise tone as I grabbed the napkin to wipe my lips while Ronan is waiting for me to open my mouth again for another piece of pancake.

“Stop talking, you’re eating”

“But the food is really good, who made these?”

“Who else?”

“Well, you can hire a cook while I’m asleep”

“Could be, but I didn’t“Ronan  answered while waiting for me to swallow the food inside my mouth to have another piece.

“So you made these?”

“Yes” then he stuffed my mouth again. “Stop talking and finish your food” he ordered and surprisingly I did what he told.