Page 69 of Shameless
I needed to attend to my dishes and avoid her gaze. “Who submits, darling.”
“Submit? You seriously just said that?” she asked, following me out. “But he’s a joker. It’s hard to picture he’s into extremes like that.”
I nodded and left the bedroom. “Getting a woman to do whatever he wanted to see is a power trip he’s always enjoyed. Otherwise, he’s great. None of the other Norouzis are like that.”
She set the silverware as I finished with the plates. “Got it. I’ll work on finding her a guy that appreciates how great she is.”
That was her plan from earlier, before either of us knew what had happened to her.
I nodded. “Good.”
We finished with the table and headed to the kitchen to bring in trays.
“And as for your sister?” she asked.
She took the pastries while I took the eggs, keeping them far from my wife. “What about her?”
She asked, “Did you get her out of that contract?”
As we headed back to get the rest of the food, I shook my head. “It’s complicated.”
She took the rest of the carbs as I grabbed the breakfast meats. “Oh no.”
Bernadette had her own issues, and the law wasn’t on her side.
“It seems they willingly consummated the marriage years ago, so it’s more than a betrothal,” I explained.
“And then he left? Sounds like abandonment.”
It was cute how she was now defending my sister, who absolutely didn’t deserve it. I shrugged. “The barristers are arguing, but I assumed you didn’t want her to be happy at all once the gossip came out about us.”
She pressed her hands on her belly and said, “I just want our child to be happy.”
My heart lifted, and I kissed her.
The rest of the world stopped mattering when I was in her arms. All that mattered was us.
We stopped for air, and a doorman buzzed for permission.
I gave it then offered my arm. “Let’s get the door.”
She laughed and walked with me. We opened the door for our guests and hugged everyone.
Near the back, Kelly was all smiles as she hugged Britney and said, “So you told him.”
As I closed the door, Britney told everyone, “Yes, Michael knows I’m still pregnant, and everything is better than fine.”
As we headed to the table in a group, Isabel said, “You both look happy.”
“We are,” we said at the same time, and I held a chair for Britney to sit.
Hope reached out as she said, “Oh good. Michael made those waffles of his.”
Britney asked, “Waffles?”
Hope added butter and nodded. “When he was the butler, he’d have these on the table every Saturday.”
I reached into my pocket and handed her the restaurant’s business card. “Here.”
