Page 85 of Ruthless Vengeance
My heart warms as I rest my head against Marco’s shoulder, picturing this exact moment in the future when we’ll be waving Zoe off on the night of her homecoming.
Marco scoffs. “I don’t like this one bit.”
I chuckle. “She’s growing up.”
“Exactly.” He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer against him as we watch the limo drive away.
“I’m surprised Andre didn’t want to give Alex a talking to.”
“Oh, believe me, he wanted to. Lucky for Alex, Andre is in the city on business.”
“Holly and Zoe don’t stand a chance.”
“They’re both going to be nuns, and that’s final.”
I laugh, lifting my head off of Marco’s shoulder.
The moment I do, the warmth in my chest fades, and cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck.
“Clara?” Marco turns to me instantly, his voice laced with concern. “Love, are you okay?”
I nod quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m just…dizzy. I probably didn’t eat enough today.”
Marco frowns. “I’ll cook you something?—”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t think I could eat right now anyway.”
The nausea comes out of nowhere. It’s not enough to make me physically sick. But it is enough to make me uneasy.
A thought flickers in the back of my mind as I rest a hand on my stomach, trying to breathe through it.
Could I be pregnant?
I push the thought aside as quickly as it comes.
I’m being ridiculous. Marco and I might have had a marathon sex session at the Plaza without using protection once, but I’m still breastfeeding, which is almost the same as using contraception.
Right?
“I’m just going to lie down.”
Marco keeps an arm around my waist to support me as we head back up the stairs to our room.
My mouth keeps filling with saliva, and I have to keep stopping every few steps as I fight the urge to vomit.
“Did you eat something bad?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure.”
The last time I felt nauseous was when I was pregnant with Zoe, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, so I decide to keep my worries to myself before I have all the answers. Besides, there’s already one pregnant woman in this house. I’m not sure Andre would be thrilled if there were two pregnant women living under his roof.
Marco leads me into our room. “I’ll get you some water.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed, hoping to get some rest, but the sound of Zoe stirring comes through on the monitor, and I sigh.
“She probably wants a feed.” I reach for the monitor to get a better look.
“Want me to get her?”
