Ass. I know that.
Me
All good here.
Then I read Silas's.
Silas
Message from Zayne. Jersey is out of his jurisdiction, but he has some favors he's called in. Your family won't have been there. You want to put Costa in?
Me
No. If the asshole who called for war can be mixed up in that, do that.
Silas
Aye aye, captain asswipe.
I take a breath. Then read Dad's.
Dad
FYI fresh ginger tea for Lola. If you don't have any, use a teabag. But then get ginger. Your mom found it the most soothing thing for her. Recipe to follow.
I read it three times.
My eyebrows rise as I read the "boil fresh ginger and pour into a mug" 'recipe,' and then I dump the chamomile and dig through the cupboard, hitting on the ginger tea.
When the kettle is done, I take the teabag upstairs and make a mental note of a tea station for her. Or at least a kettle.
"Here." I handher the mug.
She sits up, and her tits are on display.
I try not to ogle, I really do.
Then I force my gaze up. "What did you do to my Dad?"
"Pardon?"
I shrug. "He's lecturing me about ginger tea. Real ginger tea. He sent a recipe."
She smiles. "Mario got me some at the hospital, and it helped. He said it's what your mother drank when morning sickness hit."
"Shit. Do you think he just had a stroke or something? Got punched in the head? Because, since when is he fatherly?"
"Maybe since always. But nearly losing Lyndall made him allow it to rise to the surface?"
"Or it's you." I climb onto the bed with her, pulling her gently against me so she doesn't spill her tea. "You know, I plan to make sure you relax and don't lift a finger for the rest of your pregnancy."
"That sounds restrictive and boring."
I frown. "I almost lost you. That's not happening again."
She sets down her mug and snuggles against me. "You can't control life."
"I can. It's my job to make sure there is zero stress on you and Squish for the rest of his free ride inside you." I brush her hair from her face.
