[BOOK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS AND CURRENTLY ON HOLD AS OF 8/9/23! SOME CHAPTERS ALREADY POSTED!]
Rosaleen Martinez had an ordinary life with nothing exciting going on and she loved it. She didn't worry much and she was independent. Being her best frie...
Waking up was a struggle, I was so comfortable in a bed that I considered just laying here for the whole day. But that quickly changed as I immediately felt nauseous and bile rises up my throat, having got up to run to the bathroom. I threw up the food of yesterday so silently, the only thing I could hear was my harsh breathing after. My stomach hurt badly as I kept hunching over to throw up in the toilet, that cramping feeling burning. My eyes were tearing up and I felt like I was suffocating. Morning sickness was the cruelest thing in the world for anybody to experience.
I took a minute to fix myself and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush after I was done throwing up, washed my face, and made my way out of the room.
The hall was silent as I stepped out and the sun hit nicely from the window at the end of the hall. I sluggishly went downstairs and made my way to the kitchen, I figured it was way too early for anyone to be awake even with the sun out. It was the weekend after all.
As soon as I stepped into the kitchen I saw a tall man looking at his phone with a pair of ingredients beside him. I scanned him from head to toe and realized it was Maziar. His hair was nicely slicked back wearing a black muscle shirt and some black sweats, comfy looking. I didn't want to feel like a creep by staring or making it more awkward for me so I tried making my way out silently. I must've failed at it too.
"There's no need to leave, Rose." I looked toward Maziar, but his attention wasn't on me but on his phone. I raised a brow. Did he have eyes behind his head or something?
"You're right, there's no need to leave. But I want to." I spoke honestly and at that, he placed his phone down on the counter and turned around to look at me.
"How did you sleep?" He asked me after a minute of silent watching.
I shrugged and moved towards him, curious to see what he was trying to make.
"Like a log. Didn't want to get up but unfortunately, my body has other plans now that I'm with child." I huffed. His right hand moved to touch me and I let him. Maybe I'm just desperate for a man's touch. His hand moved to my back and started soothing me, just randomly massaging a circle on my back. I wanted to laugh at his actions. "What are you doing?" I asked as he let out a breathy laugh. It was cute.
"I don't know myself. I thought maybe a rub would help, is it working?" At that, I burst out laughing.
"No!" I immediately said and he stopped rubbing my back as he looked away in embarrassment. I bit my bottom lip to stifle another laugh as I looked at him trying to hide his embarrassment. He was being cute, his ears were turning red. I decided to change the topic, to ease him from his regretful action. "So, what are you making?"
