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CHAPTER 41

41—Renleigh Kensington

1 YEAR LATER: August 2022

Moving to a house you built for two years comes with a lot more stress and anger than blissful happiness. Add a round, six-month-sized belly to that and life becomes even more fun.

Please note the sarcasm in there. It's there. Looking is not even necessary. It stands out like a sore thumb.

"Where would you like us to take the piano?" one of the movers questioned as I stood outside, sunglasses on my nose. I was in my own world, zoned out and thinking, so when he came over, he caught me off guard. "Sorry, Ma'am."

"No, you're fine—um, I thought Harry was sorting the piano out?" I looked at him, confused, furrowing my eyebrows. "No matter. It goes in the living room."

"Which one, sorry?"

"Everything we're loading now, goes in the main room. The curved couch is set to arrive in fifteen minutes, followed by the TV I want hung perfectly in line with the furniture," Harry gave the orders as he walked up next to me and the man in front of us nodded, turning back to help move the piano. "And be careful with the instrument! It's a crystal Heintzman. One scratch on the surface and—,"

"Harry," I called his name as his voice started rising to stop him from shouting and finishing that sentence. Usually, he wasn't so on edge which was due to his excitement. I understood that. But he got really carried away at times and he could hurt people with his words, even if he didn't mean it or it happened without realising. "Calm down, honey. They know."

"It cost a lot of money. I'd rather it get inside the house safely."

"Yes, I'm aware how much it cost," I rolled my eyes as he stood before me with his arms crossed. He wore a peach silk shirt, the first couple of buttons undone and revealing his chest, the tattoos and his necklaces. Tucked inside a pair of white trousers, the band tightened around his waist, wrapped his thighs comfortably and matched his dark brown tassel loafers like a dream. Pushing my sunglasses onto my head, I got a better look at him, eyeing the healing bruise at the base of his neck. "You didn't cover it."

Looking at me like I asked the stupidest question, he said, "Cover what?"

"Your neck," I pulled the glasses down before my eyes again and turned to watch the movers pull furniture from the back of the van.

"It's healed, anyway," he told me, moving to stand behind me with his arms around my body. His warm hands laid flat on my stomach, rubbing his thumbs in circles. I felt his hot breath on my neck and he kissed my skin softly. "So ticklish," he chuckled against me as I pushed my head away from him, smiling as he continued to shower me in little pecks.

"Stop it."

"Need to sit down? You've been out here for a while," he mentioned, sounding worried about me. Truth be told, my feet were swollen and they hurt a little, even in the most comfortable pair of slippers. They were blue. I had a dress on, which was bright red but the prettiest shade of bright red. My nails were also red. It happened to be my favourite colour, though referring to it as an 'obsession' would've been more accurate.

"I'm fine," I rolled my eyes at him as he ran his hand down my left arm, interlocking his fingers with mine as our palms touched. "I need to ring my brother and see how Leila is."

"You've called him two hours ago. Pretty sure she's the same as then," he tried to reassure me but it failed to work. My mind's been completely overtaken and I think I was much more of a control freak this time around, than last. Pregnancy made me worse than I was in general.