Captivated Desires

18

"You're right," he said, his voice gentle and remorseful. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started that argument earlier. I was upset and frustrated, but I should've been more understanding and supportive."

He pulled me closer into his embrace and held me tightly, his hands gently stroking my hair. "I'm here for you now," he whispered. "I promise I won't start any more arguments. I'm here to support you and help you through everything, no matter what."

The next day, as I slept peacefully, the sound of our kids' laughter and giggles echoed through the house as they played downstairs, filling the air with a sense of warmth and joy. Reign was up and about, going about his daily routine. He had taken the day off to spend time with me and the kids, wanting to show me his support and ensure that I was doing okay after the previous day's incident and the reveal of my diagnosis.

He made breakfast for the kids and then walked up the stairs, quietly entering the bedroom to check on me. He saw that I was still asleep, my peaceful expression a welcome sight to him. He quietly walked over to my side and perched on the edge of the bed, not wanting to wake me but just wanting to be near me.

He softly caressed my hair and watched me sleep for a moment, his mind still replaying the previous day's events. His heart was filled with a mix of worry, guilt, and love for me. He knew that I had been through a lot recently, and he was determined to be there for me, through thick and thin.

After a moment of watching me sleep, Reign leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. He whispered softly, "I love you," before standing up and quietly leaving the room, not wanting to disturb my rest.

He went back downstairs and joined the kids as they played. A part of him was worried about me and wanted to wake me up, but he also knew you needed the rest after everything that had happened. He played with the kids for a while, keeping himself occupied while waiting for me to wake up.

As the clock hit 11 am, I finally woke up and walked downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes and yawning. As I entered the living room, I heard the sound of our kids' laughter and giggles and saw Reign playing with them. He looked up as I entered the room, and his expression softened as he saw me. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said with a small smile.

"Hey baby," I said gently Reign looked up at me and smiled softly as I walked over to him. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him in an embrace. "Hey," he replied, his voice warm and gentle. "You slept in late. You needed the rest," he said, his hand gently rubbing my back.

"I think I needed it," I said quietly.

Reign nodded in agreement as I spoke, his hand continuing to gently rub my back. "You definitely did," he said softly. "You've been through a lot lately, and getting some rest is important." He looked at me, his expression filled with concern and love. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired but hungry. Baby girl is starving,".

Reign chuckled softly at my words, his hand still rubbing circles on my back. "Hungry already? Looks like baby girl is taking after her daddy." He gently placed his hand on my baby bump, his touch tender and protective. "Well, we need to make sure that baby gets fed. I'll whip something up for you to eat."

He gently released me from his embrace and stood up. "Why don't you take a seat and relax? I'll make you something nice to eat."

As I sat down at the kitchen island, Reign immediately went to work preparing a meal for me. He moved around the kitchen effortlessly, grabbing ingredients and cooking utensils, his movements precise and efficient. As he cooked, he kept an eye on me, making sure I was comfortable and not exerting myself too much.

"Times two portions, I am hungry,".

Reign chuckled softly at my request. "Alright, I'll make two portions then, since you're famished." He continued cooking, doubling the amount of ingredients and food he was prepping. He knew that pregnancy often came with increased hunger, so he wanted to make sure I was fully satisfied.

After a few more minutes of cooking, he plated up the food and placed it in front of me. He took a seat next to me, his eyes flickering to my belly, still protective. "Here you go, bon appetit," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, baby," I said gently as I started to eat.

"You're welcome," Reign replied, watching me eat. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love as he saw me enjoying the food he had prepared for me. "Make sure you eat well, you're eating for two now," he said, a hint of gentle teasing in his tone.

He leaned back in his chair, still watching me eat, his gaze filled with affection. He knew how important it was for me to take care of myself and nurture my body during pregnancy, and he was more than happy to take care of me and provide for me in any way he could.

As I continued to eat, Reign stayed sat next to me, occasionally refilling my glass of water or getting up to grab me anything else I might need. He was more than happy to wait patiently until I was done eating, content to watch me and ensure my comfort.

He couldn't help but feel a warm, protective surge flow through him as he watched me eat, knowing that I was carrying his child inside of me. He was more than willing to do whatever it took to make sure I was healthy and happy, both physically and mentally.

"I wanted to ask something about what you will arrange when Lionel is older about being the Don after you're done," I said between eating.