Page 165 of Beautiful Storm

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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Amelia

Iwake up worse than before my nap, my head aching and my body stiff, but when I find Luke half-naked, sitting on the chair across from my bed, a sleeping Juliet snuggled against his chest, I fight to push through it.

Because my God, is it a sight to behold.

A warmth spreads through my body, at least the parts of my body I can feel, and I smile longingly. If I hadn’t just had a baby with this man, I’d be begging him to impregnate me. This is the type of photo I was telling him would get ratings for the show. Women would die for this. But they’re not getting it. I’m keeping it to myself.

A sinking feeling takes over the warmth as my mind goes to the production, but I ignore it. I need to know what happened after Jake knocked into me, but I’d rather wait until I’m out of the hospital. I don’t want to cause myself anymore stress.

I continue to study Luke and Juliet silently as he scrolls through his phone but when his stomach rumbles and he panics that he woke her, I finally speak.

“She’s good,” I say with a quiet laugh. “But you need some food.”

“Hey.” His gaze shifts to me and he smiles. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over. The nap made it worse.”

“Shit.” His smile drops and I instantly regret being honest until I remember I promised myself I’d be more open from now on. Luke deserves that. “Should we mention that to your doctor?” he asks, as he scans my face. “They said you needed rest and—”

“I’m okay, Luke. I promise.”I am.A little tiredness is nothing compared to what I could have been feeling. The doctor said I had a minor head trauma that led to my increased blood pressure. During my C-section, I lost blood and my blood pressure dropped suddenly. When I momentarily blacked out, they worried it was caused by the head trauma, but found a combination of the stress, blood loss, and nausea to be the factors.

As good as that news was, my head still pounds, which I’m told may take a little time.

“Okay.” Luke’s a little pouty at my request, but he accepts it and moves his attention back to our latest obsession—Juliet.

“You look good with a baby.” I bite my lip as I let out a soft sigh, wishing I could be over there snuggling with them.

Luke cocks his eyebrow and smirks. “I look good with anything.”

A laugh bursts out of me before I cover my mouth and clutch at my stomach and head, making a note that laughing hurts.

“Shhh,” Luke scolds me. “You’ll wake her.”

Of course. Silly me. “God knows how she could possibly be sleeping on your rock-hard abs.”

Luke’s smirk turns mischievous and I preemptively roll my eyes. Whatever he remarks, I walked right into it. “Why, thank you, Amelia. Yes, I do spend a lot of time working on my body.”

“Shut up.” I laugh again, but softer this time to avoid injury. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I’m just testing you to make sure your spark’s still there. Just like the doctor ordered.”

“The doctor said we had to keep an eye on random personality changes, Luke, not—”

“That’s what I’m doing. If you hadn’t told me to shut up, I would have been worried.”

I huff out another laugh before stretching my body, the sensation in my legs still not quite back to normal. Not that I need my legs right now. I was lucky. With rest and medication, the swelling on my brain should reduce within a few days, and since I’m also recovering from a C-section, I’ll be in the hospital for monitoring just in case.

God, it was scary for a while. Not that I was all that scared for myself. The only one I was worried about was Juliet. But the midwife assured me she’s as happy and healthy as can be expected. I need to let myself believe it.

Luke’s stomach rumbles again, and he curses under his breath.

“Go and get food,” I snap, jokingly. “You’re keeping me awake.”

He bites back another smirk, but instead of arguing, he stands up and brings Juliet over. “Do you want to hold her or—”

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