Page 27 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I closed my computer and pulled myself off the couch. I looked at the mess I’d made in the living room, knowing I should clean it up. Lucas never complained, but I saw how his jaw clenched when he saw it. He liked things organized, and I was not that person.

I gathered everything into a pile and left it on the coffee table. I then made my way into the kitchen. I couldn't help smirking at the small changes that he'd made.

Lucas came back one day and bought me various things. He'd bought snacks since he noticed I snacked while I worked. He also bought me a larger coffee mug since he said it was clearI drank it like an alcoholic. He'd even got a little girly calendar that sat right by the coffee maker. His words, since you can't seem to keep track of the days.

I couldn't help smiling. Lucas wasn't who I had thought he was. Sure, he was still cold and said the wrong things sometimes, but he also was considerate. He'd opened his home to me and had yet to yell at me for how I did things. He would bring me meals since I would either snack or eat nothing at all.

I found myself enjoying everything. Living with Lucas had been easier than I expected. There was no stress or stepping on each other. It was almost like we'd been doing it for years instead of just a handful of weeks.

I started the coffee and frowned when I smelled something bad. I quickly sniffed my shirt, realizing it was me.

"Ew," I said to myself. I hadn't thought I sweated that much yesterday, but clearly, I had. I'd been running around once the electrician and plumber really got going. I hadn't settled until I got home, so instead of showering and going to bed, I sat my perky ass on the couch and started work.

I knew Lucas wasn't going to be home for another hour, so I figured I should shower. After I showered, I could eat and maybe get some sleep since Lucas would be sleeping when he got home.

I headed into the bathroom and turned the water on. I winced under the lights and decided to shower with them switched off.

I stripped and stepped under the water, letting it relax my body. I closed my eyes and stood there, allowing the water pressure to soothe me.

I thought of what I'd accomplished last night. I'd found a venue for the wedding. There was a church online that did weddings on weekends, and from their calendar, they had an open date. I'd snagged it, quickly reminding myself I needed to tell Lucas about it.

I also looked for a baker and flower and wondered if they were even necessary. If it was just Lucas and I, would we need those things?

I shook my head, feeling the ache starting to grow. I needed sleep.

"Gina?"

I opened my eyes and frowned. How long had I been standing in the shower?

"Lucas?" I said, poking my head out of the shower. Lucas stood in the doorway. He looked exhausted as he stood there. He rubbed at his neck and then made a face as he looked around the space.

"Why is the light off?"

"I have a headache," I said, moving back under the water. I let the water flow over my ears, and Lucas's words became muffled.

"What?" I said, trying to unplug my ear.

"I asked, how long you were going to be? Also, did you start coffee?"

"I just got in..." I think. God, I had no idea how long I'd been standing under the water. "And yes, I started coffee."

"Good, I'm exhausted. Did you sleep?"

"No, I stayed up," I said, grabbing some shampoo and scrubbing it in. I massaged my head, feeling movement felt goodfor my head. "I stayed up working and doing some planning for the wedding. I found a venue."

I could hear his footsteps, but the light was off, so I couldn't see anything. I leaned back, letting the water fall over my hair and ears.

"How much…."

I rubbed at my ears and turned my head. "What?"

"I asked how much longer?"

I pulled my hand up to my nose and winced. My head pounded. "Please whisper," I asked.

I could hear him softly sigh, his voice coming closer to the glass. "Gina, if you have a headache, why aren’t you lying down?"

I placed my hand on the tile and felt my headache suddenly aching even more. I waved a hand. I wasn't even entirely sure of what he'd said. He was still talking, but it wasn’t registering to me. I focused on deep breathing, laying my forehead against the cold tile. Maybe a shower was a bad idea.

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