He winks at me before disappearing out of the room. The panic I felt yesterday at the doctor is pushed to the side as the sound of breakfast cooking filters into the room.
I still wish Leo had been with me yesterday when the doctor told me to take it easy because of my blood pressure. It would’ve made processing the information easier. But he came home and held me. Just how I wanted.
After a few minutes pass, a naked Leo comes back into the room.
“I like a man who knows how to follow direction.”
Leo sets a tray between the two of us. Eggs and fruit. Fragrant tea. “Looks delicious.”
Leo sits, crossing his legs, pulling my legs over his. The glorious muscles of his chest are on full display. “I wish I could have you for breakfast,” I flirt while appreciating the amazing view.
His nipple hardens under my touch.
Leo swats my hand away. “Not today. Doctor wants you to take it easy, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do today.”
I pout, leaning away from him. Leo doesn’t let me, pulling me back to him. “Being pregnant isn’t easy.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Leo holds up my plate. Grabbing it from him, I start shoveling eggs into my mouth. “I’ll just continue to be at your beck and call until you pop this baby out.”
I lean closer, pursing my lips for a kiss. Leo smiles against mine, dropping peck after peck on my lips. He moves over my face, kissing every spot he can reach.
“Leo. Stop,” I laugh, trying to push him away. He digs in further with loud, obnoxious kisses one after another.
“Stop what? Don’t you like my kisses?” His peppering kisses have deep belly laughs erupting from me as I try to push him off me.
“I love your kisses, but I want your breakfast more.”
“That’s all you want from me?” He now pulls back, frowning at me.
I slap his chest. “I was denied from wanting more.”
Leo has the gall to smirk before hopping out of bed. “That’s right. This”—he waves a hand over his semi-hard cock—”is off limits to you.”
I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes. “You’re the worst.”
Leo steps up to the bed, hovering over me. “And I’ll be the worst as long as it keeps you safe.”
Ugh. Why does he have to be so good?
Being horny and having to watch your stress levels don’t mix.
Being pregnant is the worst.
“Why doyou love this show so much?” I’m curled up around Leo, not having moved from the bed all day. When the doctor told me to take it easy, I didn’t think that Leo would be on board. But he’s waited on me hand and foot all day.
“It’s reality TV at its finest. Doesn’t it make you feel good about where you are in life?” My hand drifts under his shirt, playing with the taut muscles of his abs.
“I don’t need any more drama in my life.”
“Your life seems pretty drama free to me.” I shift, resting my chin on his chest as I face him.
“Not everything is as it seems.” He tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear. Leo’s gaze hardens. A feeling of unease settles over me.
“And how is it not as it seems?” I rub my hand over his stomach, a small gesture but one that lets him know it’s okay to talk to me. To trust me.
Leo’s eyes close, his hand brushing up and down my side. “My life might seem drama free, but that’s because I cut out all the drama from my life the second I turned eighteen.”
“What do you mean?” I sit up, taking Leo’s hand in mine. Tracing the veins on the back of his hand, I try to calm the nerves that I feel coming off him.
