Page 76 of Soulmate of the Mafia King
“All right.” He frowned. “Can I make you some tea? The ginger kind you like?”
I started to smile. “That sounds?—”
My stomach flipped over and turned itself inside out. I ripped out of Killian’s hands and raced to the bathroom just in time. My throat burned, but the tile was cool on my knees. When my stomach was empty, I slumped against the bowl, panting.
Killian brushed hair back from my face. “We’re not leaving.”
I grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and dabbed my mouth. The nausea was already fading, well on its way to a distant memory. “We are. We promised.”
“No promise is worth risking your health.” He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead as if checking my temperature. “How do you feel?”
“Okay.” I stood, swished some water from the sink in my mouth, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little pale, but nothing dramatic. “Honestly, I don’t know what that was. Maybe food poisoning? I even feel better about going home now.” I turned to him with a small smile. “Old home. I have missed it.”
Killian stood, his face set in stone. “Three days. I’ll call, make the arrangements. Just give me three days and a doctor’s visit.”
I shook my head. “You worry too much. But if waiting three more days will make you happy, then fine.”
The next day, I paced the villa restlessly. It was silly. Just last night, I would’ve given anything to stay another three days, but now that I had them, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d had another brief bout of nausea after breakfast, but I hadn’t thrown up. Killian was just being overprotective. Even if I had a stomach bug or something, a private plane trip wouldn’t make me any sicker. I missed all my friends in Philadelphia. I’d been calling at least a couple times a week, but a hug would be good for me.
Someone rapped on the door, and I opened it with a small frown. Outside stood Killian with a small, dark-skinned man holding a medical bag.
“The doctor’s visit you agreed to,” Killian said.
I sighed but allowed Killian and the little man, Dr. Hernandez, he told me, lead me into one of the living rooms for a check-up. The doctor spoke decent English but muttered to himself in his native Spanish as he worked, so I was poked and prodded this way and that without any idea what was happening. I shot Killian a bemused smile, but his intense expression told me this wasn’t a laughing matter to him. Someday, he’d realize we weren’t in as much danger as we used to be. But I couldn’t deny I kind of liked this protective side of him.
The doctor insisted I pee in a cup for him and then walked off with my urine sample for a bit without an explanation of what he was doing. I figured he must have some sort of kit in that bag he carried to run some tests. What could one diagnose from urine? I had no idea. It was all so strange.
The doctor came back into the room with a sharp nod, carrying his bag. “Nothing wrong.”
I turned to Killian. “See?”
“Mother and baby both in good shape,” the doctor continued.
My heart skipped a beat. My jaw dropped. Killian’s grip on my hand tightened until it almost hurt.
“Mother and what?” I repeated softly.
“Baby.” The doctor looked between us. “You did not know?”
Killian shook his head in slow motion. “How far along?”
“Not sure without a sonogram, but a couple of months, I’d say,” the doctor said. “I can prescribe you vitamins, better doctors for this.”
The dam inside me cracked, and I burst into elated tears. “I’m pregnant?”
He looked from me to Killian, his eyes wide in confusion. But Killian couldn’t care less. He threw his arms around me, squeezing only my shoulders like he was worried about crushing the tiny life already growing inside me. I switched between laughing and crying randomly, clinging to my husband like he was the last lifeboat in a storm. Pregnant already! We were well on our way to our family. Tiny feet pitter-pattered over the floors in my imagination.
Killian pulled back suddenly. “Is she safe to fly?”
“Yes,” the doctor said. “Do you want the recommendations?”
Killian shook himself. “Yes, of course. I will walk you out and get everything you have. Will you just give me a moment alone with my wife?”
Dr. Hernandez finally seemed to understand I was crying happy tears, that we were both thrilled. He clapped Killian on the shoulder, offered me soft congratulations, and left the room. I stared up at Killian.
“Our first baby,” I whispered.
He put a hand on my belly. “I already love this little person.”
