From Rome with love (Book 3)

Finally feeling better

6 weeks later
*Dahlia*
"How do you feel love ?" Zac ask softly as he comes to slide his arms around me. I am standing on the porch in the warm, autumn evening watching the stars.

I lean against him. Luckily my nausea has gotten much better the last week, and I am finally capable of actually eating something, even though I still throw up every day. "I feel fine Zac, so don't feel nervous about leaving me".

"I will no matter what my dear". He whispers softly against my ear, his hands sliding down on my small bump. "I'll miss both my girls badly".

"And we will miss you, but you have already turned down several good parts. You have to work Zac and part of Your job is traveling and being away from home". I lift my hand to rest it against his cheek. "I'd love to travel with you, but in my current situation I better stay here".

He presses a soft kiss against my skin right under my ear. "I know, and part of me miss filming, but it will be hell to be without you".

"It'll be worse hell being here at home with nothing to do. But we'll get through it". It tell him. Then I grab his beard, tugging at it. "This I must admit that I'll be happy to see go".

"I thought you liked my beard ?" It is easy to hear he only pretends to be offended.

I tug gently at it again, I love his beard, but it has been allowed to grow wild the last couple of months and it definitely need a trim as I can practically braid it. "I do, just a little less of it".

"Oh so you don't like my hiatus caveman look". He rubs his cheek against my neck making me giggle. Then he tightens his arms around me, gently rocking me from side to side. "I'll admit it has started to itch a bit".

We have been standing like that for a while, when Zac lifts the hand not entwined with mine. "Look a shooting star".

"Yeah then You can make a..". I gasp as the baby inside me gives a hard clear kick. I have felt little flutters before, but nothing like this. "Zac did you feel that ? She kicked".

"I.. yeah.. she did.. I.. I wished for it and she kicked". He sounds totally floored, then she kicks again and he lets out the cutest little happy, almost squealing sound. "I wish she would kick before I have to leave, so I could be here for it".

I can't help smiling. "Of course she kicked for her daddy".

"I has to be a sign". He say, gently rubbing his large hand over my stomach. "Maybe that is what she wants to be called".

We have had a bit of trouble finding the right name. "No Zac, we are not naming our daughter Shooting Star, that is far to hippie for me".

He makes a disappointed sound, but then lights up. "Well if I know just a bit about this, she must be made in Italy, right ? What about Stella then ?"

"Stella Levi Pugh..". I say it out loud to hear it and kind of feel it. "I actually like that.. not to weird and not boring".

He kisses my shoulder. "Well we don't have to make the final decision now, but I really do like it".

"Me too, our little Stella". My hand slide over my stomach and in return I get a new kick. "I think she likes it".

I snuggle back against him, feeling like I could totally disappear into his warm embrace. To me this is heaven, the most safe and loving place I could ever imagine to be. I still get butterflies every time I look at him, feeling so very proud that this is my husband.

"You know.. I feel perfectly fine right now". I purr softly. Honestly I am close to desperate for him to finally give in as he has been holding of completely ever since our wedding night and now he is going to be away for 6 Weeks.