Page 57 of These Deadly Vows

“Aww, did you get knocked up?” I pinch his cheek.

“Ha. Cute. It’s not for me, smartass. Ghost put it on the list. In bold. I might add.”

Guess distracting my husband with sex isn’t working as well as I had hoped.

Not everyone can get pregnant right away.

We’ve not been married that long and yet at times it’s like we’ve been together for years.

I put on a fake smile and grab the closest box. It’s not like it matters which test I purchase. The results will be the same whether it’s an early detection test or not.

Negative.

I can’t have children.

My father saw to that the same way he controlled every other aspect of my life.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Axe grabs my elbow and I jerk away. “I’m fine.”

Chapter Eighteen

“You truly are a damn spoiled princess. Do you even know how to marinate meat?” I chuckle as the prospects bring in more of the bags from Adeline’s shopping haul.

“It can’t be hard. I’m sure there’s a tutorial online.”

“Have you ever even used an oven before?”

She stiffens. “I’m not going to apologize for growing up with money.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Sure you did. Poor little rich girl with enough money to pay someone to wipe her ass for her. I’ve heard it all before. I’m used to people hating me for who I am. For coming from blood money.” She shrugs.

“Look, why don’t you have a glass of wine. Go take a bath and take that test. I’ll handle all of this shit.” I wave at the sea of groceries and shit. We put in a big ass order with the butcher that will be ready for pickup in a couple of days. Adeline is in over her head, but she’s trying.

“Are you sure? Don’t you have a life besides taking care of me?”

“You’re not so bad, sweet cheeks.”

“You better not let my husband hear you calling me that. He may get the wrong idea.”

“I don’t really care if he does.” Fuck. I shouldn’t say shit like this to her.

“Axe,” she whispers my name, her bright eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“He knows I’m full of shit.”

“Good. I kind of like having you around.”

“Better watch out. My head’s swelling.”

She rolls her eyes before walking away and I don’t inform her that I’m talking about my other head.

“You either like getting burned or have a death wish,” one of the prospects says with a shake of his head.

“I didn’t ask you to talk. Make yourself useful and put all this shit away.” I stomp out to the balcony and take out my cigarettes.

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