Next morning I make Sam my first priority. As much as I prefer being in bed with Mr. Intense, who's clearly stated that he needs his handsome sleep today, I need to see what my fake blonde is up to.
Talking of being a mom, it's something I really can't help. Sam will have to forgive me because I'm her nosy sister.
"Seriously? At this hour?" she snaps casually as I walk into her room.
I chuckle. "As you can see, yes. And bitch, It's already ten. You slept late, huh? I'm sorry if I wake you," I answer, stalking her toward the bed.
"I've been awake for ages," Sam replies with difficulty as she sinks back in bed, tugging the duvet to cover herself right away.
"Hey, are you good?" I ask worriedly.
"No, I'm not," Sam says in a pout, holding her tummy to compliment the disgusted face she has on. "Damn, I feel horrible. This thing is driving me insane, dammit! I just threw up nonstop."
"Oh, the morning sickness?" I chuckle softly, amused by the fact that my drama queen has tasted real womanhood sooner than I expected.
We always thought I'd be the first one to be a mom, but nature had its plans.
"Ugh, that name sickens me the most. I've puked all of my guts now and I don't feel like leaving this room!" Sam complains, pulling her messy hair into a rough bun.
Oh boy! This pregnancy is really taking a toll on her. She looks pale and sick, no color on her usually blushed cheeks.
"Are you feeling—" I pause when a monitor buzzes at the door. "That must be Roshni, I'll go get it." I get up and flounce toward the door.
"She's coming, too?" Sam queries.
"Yeah." Swinging the door open, the half-Indian goddess walks in with her best smile. "Wow, you look happy." I shut the door with a teasing smile.
"Good morning," Roshni greets us jovially and she's definitely happier than the last time I saw her—which was last night.
"Oh boy. Did something good happen last night?" Sam forces some humor, laying herself lazily onto a couple of pillows, facing us.
"Sam, please, don't start assuming the impossible," Roshni remarks and we all start laughing.
"The impossible?" Sam huffs and I know what she means. "Enlighten me! Have I hinted on something?"
"Yes, please. Am I missing something?" I add as the two of us take a seat on the couch.
"No!" Roshni denies stoutly, receiving a raised eyebrow from Sam and me. "I mean, don't listen to Sam's crazy innuendos, Kira. I had fun last night; a nice dinner, gambling, and . . ." Her voice trails off.
"And?" I urge.
Seriously, I feel like something is happening between Roshni and Malik. All the fights and arguments are now turning into something I wish it stays.
"Ha! Nothing." Roshni gets up, and laughter fills the room all over again.
Wearing a white T-shirt and black leggings, she stands near the window. Her long hair is tied into a ponytail, and that olive skin shines beautifully at the Vegas sun beaming gently. She has a gorgeous body, too.
"Just between us," says Sam, shifting her posture with a struggle. "Don't you like our Malik? Even a tad tiny bit?"
"What?" Roshni whirls her neck around, and I stare expectantly at her.
She's flushing. My, oh my!
"Hey, he's quite a catch!" Sam says, and I agree wholeheartedly.
"Well . . ." Sighing, Roshni stores back and resumes her seat. We wait for her response with mild patience. "I don't hate him, okay?" she admits.
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The Warmest Winter✓
Romance[Book 2] Is happily ever after real? After the summer adventure that connected two souls using the web of fate, the winter has new plans for them. Kira and Liam take their relationship to the next level, wishfully hoping to have their happily ever a...
