No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 7 - Lady Products

***Harry's POV

There's a knock at the door and I rush over, hurriedly tying my bathrobe closed. A man's voice sounds through the door, explaining that he's with the hotel's room service and I open the door.

"Buongiorno, ah, good morning, signore," he greets me with a smile and I reciprocate the cordial gesture. "You order the breakfast, no?"

"Sí, sí, come in, but please be quiet. My wife's still asleep," I kindly tell him as I hold the door open and he wheels the cart inside. "Right there's fine. Grazie, mate, oh and here's your tip."

He thanks me before leaving and I carefully shut the door, holding onto the handle until I know it's closed. I slowly bring the handle to its normal position, smirking at how smoothly I've carried out my sneaky plan of ordering room service.

I turn to face the food cart and I bang my knee into the metal siding.

"Fuck!" I cry out, quickly rubbing my throbbing knee.

"What's going on?" Bea asks in a groggy voice and I sigh in defeat.

I sabotaged my own plan.

"Sorry I woke you, Love. I thought we'd enjoy some breakfast in bed," I explain, pushing the cart closer. "Care for some eggs and bacon? I ordered fresh fruit on the side and some orange juice."

"Mm, sounds good," she says through a yawn, pushing back the covers. "Be right back. I have to pee."

"Okay, while you do that, I'll get everything set up," I offer and she acknowledges me with a nod before walking over to the loo.

I don't want to jinx anything, but everything seems normal, considering what happened last night.

To say that I was shocked is an understatement. I didn't have a clue that Bea has been wanting another baby because in my mind, we had officially closed that part of our life.

I know I've already apologized for overreacting, but I still feel bad; hence the room service. This is just the beginning and I fear that it will be a never-ending journey of making it up to my wife because I'm not going to change my mind.

The door to the loo opens and I suddenly become nervous for some reason. I look over with a hopeful smile that fades when I see that she's dressed in her workout clothes.

"What are you doing? I mean, aren't you gonna eat breakfast with me?"

"Nope," she quips, not bothering to look over at me as she rifles through her purse.

"But I thought we could eat together and maybe talk about it."

"Not hungry and there's nothing to talk about," she sighs, wrapping her earbuds behind her neck. "I need to run."

"Not outside by yourself, you're not," I firmly say and she gives me a look.

"In the hotel's gym, Harry. They have treadmills. I'm not stupid. I'll be back in an hour, maybe more. I have to run."

I nod in understanding, but I'm also confused because I thought everything was fine. I watch in silence as she firmly ties her hair in a ponytail then grabs the room key from the desk.

"See you in a bit," she coolly says before shutting the door behind her.

If what I'm feeling right now is how she felt when I left last night, then I'm a horrible person.

I knew it was wrong to assume things were okay. Dammit.

I don't want to follow her because that will just make her more upset and I definitely don't want that. Hell, I'm not even sure I can handle that.