No, we need to keep our hands off until I can share my news.
“You saying I couldn’t wear this to dinner?” I tease, reaching around him for the spoon and moving to the stove.
“Over my dead body. This is for no one’s eyes but mine.”
Some girls get hot and bothered over dirty talk, but me? Ilovewhen Zayn gets all possessive.
“So you don’t mind that we aren’t going out for dinner?” I throw a look over my shoulder to find Zayn leaning back against the bench, watching me. “You like my cooking, don’t you?”
He spanks me lightly on the ass and I yelp. “You know I do. I would chain you to the stove if I could.”
I laugh with a mix of nerves and excitement. This is my moment.
“No need. You’ve already got me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”
As soon as the words are out, it feels like a weight drops between us. Zayn’s face goes completely blank as I wait for him to say something, anything. It takes a moment for my words to sink in before Zayn’s jaw goes slack. I’ve never been able to completely floor Zayn before. The man is unflappable.
Until now, that is.
“You’re… pregnant?” he asks, the shock on his face morphing slowly but surely into something resembling dark satisfaction. He steps forward and cups my chin with a slight shake of his hand. “Are you sure?”
Of course tears fill my eyes as I reach into my pocket and pull out the stick, presenting it to him.
“I’m sure.”
He takes the stick from me, coasting over it quickly. “Gianna.” His voice is coarse. “We’re having a baby?”
I can only nod as a watery smile bursts from my lips. “Are you happy?”
“You have no idea.” He lifts me into his arms and kissesme softly, yet sweet enough that it reaches in and wraps around my heart.
Then he carefully places me down, and I swear I see a tear in his eye. “I had bought this to celebrate,” he says, moving away and reaching for a bottle of Cristal I hadn’t noticed him carry into the kitchen. “But I guess we’ll save it for the delivery room.”
I swipe at my cheeks, pure happiness radiating off the walls of my chest. “What were we celebrating?”
“These.” He pulls a file out of his bag and hands it to me. With shaky hands, I open it and read the first line of the document inside.
“My divorce papers came though?”
He nods.
As if I couldn’t feel any happier in this moment, relief envelopes me in a tight embrace. “Wait.” I cast my mind back to an article Anna sent to me from the newspaper this morning. The one I completely forgot about once I peed on that stick. “Does this have anything to do with Daniel being slammed in the news today? Looks like someone leaked that he’s up on sexual assault charges.”
I look up at Zayn, whose face, of course, gives nothing away.
“Don’t know what you’re taking about,” he says as he empties his pockets, but I swear I detect the slightest ghost of a smile play on his lips before it disappears without a trace.
“Sure.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Just completely coincidental that news is slipped to a reporter the same day I’m legally free of him.”
Zayn continues to remain silent. A lawyer tactic, I’m sure.
“You’re acquainted with the owner ofMelbourne Daily, are you not?”
He folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes back at me. “Harvey West? Sure, he’s a past client.”
I pull on the string that was holding my robe closed and hop back onto the bench, making sure that my ample cleavage is on full display. Then I gather my hair and pull it over my shoulder so that it cascades down my front. Zayn’s eyes narrow further.
“Did you perhaps have anon-the-recordchat with your pal, Harvey?”
