I stiffen. "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough." His hand moves from my waist to my stomach. Possessive. Claiming. But also soft. He doesn't press on my ribs, instead caressing me softly. "How do you feel?"
"Sore."
He frowns. "Do you need a doctor?"
I shake my head, pulling away slightly.
Adrian's lips brush my shoulder, and I shiver.
"We should talk."
"About?" I ask. There's a plethora of discussions that we need to have.
"How things will go moving forward."
My stomach drops. I don't like the sound of this. "What things?"
"Our marriage. Your new life." He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look down at me. His silver eyes are intense in the morning light. "There are rules, Seraphina. Expectations."
"Of course there are." I finally pull away, sitting up and pulling the sheet with me. My hair is a mess, cascading down my back in tangles. I probably look like hell. In the span of forty-eight hours, I've learned I'm pregnant with a mafia heir and now married to another heir. It's all confusing.
Oh, and don't forget how I was almost beaten to death.
I sit up, crossing my arms over my chest. I'm fully covered, but the silk of my nightgown is thin, and I don't miss the way Adrian's eyes look at my nipples. "God forbid I ask for some semblance of autonomy."
"You're my wife. The mother of my child. There are certain things that come with that."
"I'm not interested in being your prisoner. I'm more than just a womb, Adrian."
"I'm aware, which is why I'm talking to you about this instead of forcing it on you." His voice hardens. "I'm trying to be patient, but you are carrying my child."
"Our child," I snap, not interested in giving him a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum.
A sharp knock on the door interrupts the fight that is brewing between the two of us.
Adrian's expression darkens in annoyance. "What?" he snaps.
The door opens. Leo steps inside, looking annoyingly composed for this early in the morning. He takes in the scene—me in Adrian's bed, clearly having just woken up, Adrian shirtless beside me—and doesn't even blink.
Adrian shifts, his large frame keeping me from view.
"Apologies for the interruption," Leo says smoothly. "But your mother has requested your presence at breakfast. Both of you. In the main dining room."
"Tell her we'll eat here," Adrian says dismissively. "It's our honeymoon, after all."
Even I know that his mother isn't going to budge.
"She was quite insistent." Leo's tone suggests this isn't a request. "Gemma and Luc are already there."
I look at Adrian. "Who's Luc?"
"My brother." Adrian's jaw tightens. "The spare."
There's something in his voice. Bitterness? Resentment?
"You have a brother?" I'm still processing. Gemma mentioned siblings yesterday, but I didn't realize there wasanother son. "Why didn't you mention him? Was he at the wedding?"
