“So do it?” she says, licking her moist lips, swollen from our kisses.
“Don’t fucking tempt me, Lu. I don’t want to hurt you. And someone could walk in any minute.”
“Since when do you care if someone catches us?”
“Since it’s been over two weeks since I’ve had you, and when I fuck you the next time, I don’t want you to cover up your screams. Because, baby, I will have you screaming.” I smirk, her intake of breath letting me know she wants me just as much as I want her. “Plus, I’ll hurt you. You’re sore.”
“I can take it.” She pouts.
“I know you can, baby,” I reply, smiling and cupping her cheek. Her eyes glaze over, her mind seeming to drift somewhere, and she begins to chew on her bottom lip.
“Hey, what is it?” I pull her chin up, forcing her to look at me.
“It’s just… are you sure I’m pregnant? I mean, I don’t feel different. Shouldn’t I feel different? When Jazz was pregnant she was always sick, and I feel normal. I mean, aside from my body feeling sore from the bullet… but I just don’t feel pregnant.” Her hand travels to her stomach, and she looks down at it.
“Lu, it’s early days yet. The doctor said that once you’re better, you can get an ultrasound done. They’ll be able to tell from that how far along you are.”
She suddenly widens her eyes. “We’re having a baby? Hawke, we’re having a baby! Oh my God, am I ready to be a mom? I mean, I have a small apartment, and my job. Oh… my job. I love working at Je t’aime, I don’t want to stop. Oh God, money, doesn’t it cost a lot of money to have a baby?”
I begin to laugh. Luisa’s face shoots up to mine, and she scowls at me. “What’s so funny?”
“You, babe,” I say, continuing to laugh. “You need to calm down. I’ll look after you and the baby, you don’t need to worry about anything. I got you.”
“You got me? What does that mean?”
“It means what it means. I‘ll make sure you and the baby have whatever you need. You want a house? We’ll get a house. You want to work? Then work. You want a new car, I’ll get you a new car. You need cash, you’ll get it. I’ve got you.”
“We’ll get a house?” she repeats, her voice pitching on the first word.
I smirk, and lean in and kiss her briefly, not trusting myself. I tap my finger on her nose. “It’s all taken care of.”
Just as she’s about to question my words, someone walks in with her breakfast. Her eyes light up when she sees the food, and I hear her stomach rumble. “Hungry, baby?”
“Famished.”