He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
I'm so so sorry for the long ass wait... we were in the middle of moving and it's been taking a toll on me, as has this pregnancy 😩
BUT NEVER FEAR, LITTLE FLEDGLINGS 🧛🏻♀️
To make up for my indiscretions, I've decided to add lotsof romance and crazy shit into this chapter. So, like... buckle up or whatever.
Or don't.
Y'know, if you like to live on the wild side.
PS... this be unedited
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Suspicious.
That's the first thought that comes to my mind when I wake up and see James standing over me, a beaming smile on his face and a breakfast tray in his hands.
I squint my eyes at him, struggling to sit upright with this belly in the way. I'm only seventeen weeks pregnant, as of this morning, but I'm not used to having all of this extra weight to throw around.
James sets the tray to the side and helps me sit up, fluffing my pillows and then settling me into them. When he places the tray over my lap, I take in the extravagant mini spread sitting in front of me.
Pancakes, french toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, mixed fruit and a giant canister of orange juice.
"What's all this?" I ask, glancing up at him. He looks anxious, fidgeting with his fingers and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
He raises a single brow. "This is breakfast, iubirea mea. The most important meal of the day."
"Right," I agree, picking up a piece of crispy bacon and munching on it. "We just usually make breakfast together."
James shifts again, making me narrow my eyes at him while I chew. "You looked peaceful," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I know you haven't been sleeping well the last few weeks."
That's true.
While the morning sickness has subsided—for the most part—insomnia has taken its place.
Most nights, I can't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, and if I do manage to get some shuteye before then, I wake up at the ass cracking of dawn.
Neither of which bode well for my mood swings.
But last night I got a full eight hours and then some. Which hopefully means that today will be a good day.
"I definitely needed it," I smile. "Although I really could have helped."
He rears back as if he'd been slapped, holding his oversized palm to his heart. "You insult me." he fakes a gasp, dramatic as ever. "You would do well to remember that it is I who is the cook in this house."
