His Rebel

• Promises •

Layla's POV

I woke up with my insides wanting to come out.

I rushed to the toilet and threw up whatever I ate, it was mostly water.

When nothing came out anymore, I washed my face and took a shower. After I was done with my business I brushed my teeth and washed my face and changed into fresh clothes.

I came out drying my hair with a towel in Sinn's living room where I saw him making breakfast in the kitchen.

I can never get used to the sight of him cooking for me. It's too sexy for my heart to take.

He turned and met my gaze. His silver eyes traveled all over my body as he placed a plate of fresh pancakes for me.

My stomach jumped in excitement as I felt how hungry I am. And surprisingly, I don't feel nauseous by his pancakes.

"Thank you," I said quickly as I sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and immediately dived in.

"Did you throw up today?" He interrogated as I took a bite of his pancakes.

I chewed slowly thinking if I should lie or just tell the truth. "No, I didn't." I lied without meeting his eyes as I poked at the pancakes.

I felt his stare from behind the counter as I felt a hand under my chin pulling it up. My eyes met Sinn's and he was giving me an unimpressed look.

"You're lying to me."I gulped, getting busted so I just sighed as I placed the fork on the plate.

"It's nothing serious I'm telling you. It's  like that sometimes." I said trying to sound convincing but looking at his expression told me it wasn't working.

I know what he must be thinking. He must think I'm like that cause I'm nervous to meet my father again after what happened the last time I saw him.

He killed my mom and after my breakdown and what I was almost about to do, it makes sense why he's worrying.

I sighed as I looked at him and held his hand that was under my chin in assurance.

"It happens before my period so it's nothing to worry about. I'm okay." I made a fake excuse cause I'll not be getting my periods anytime soon. And it's just morning sickness but I can't tell him that.

His expression turned into that of realization but he didn't seem uncomfortable by what I told him like most men I've met get.

"Got it." He said as I noticed the detail of his silver eyes. When I first met him, they were so cold to me but I've seen them change and they provide me with warmth and safety I've never felt.

"Finish your breakfast, Layla." He told me pointing at the plate with his eyes and I realized I was just staring at his eyes this whole time.

Suddenly I wanted to feel the warmth of his body and just hug him the whole day. 

"Can you just feed me instead?" I asked and I didn't need to say twice cause he immediately walked from the other side to me and held me in his arms while picking the plate with his other.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. He knows just what I want when even I don't know.

He took us to the sofa and sat. I rested on his lap and he started giving me small bites so I don't choke. My back was resting against his front and I got the exact warmth of his body I was craving more than any food.

My hands were resting on top of my belly and I thought about the situation I am in. The man feeding me doesn't even know I have a part of him growing in me and I don't even know for sure if I want to keep it or not.