Page 28 of Pregnant After One Forbidden Night

He laughed and she was momentarily mesmerized. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

She hadn’t, but that wasn’t for lack of comfort so she was polite when she said, “Yes, thank you. And you?”

His eyes lit with mischief. “Well, thank you. Can I interest you in something to drink, Jenna? I’ve got a number of options. Ginger lemonade?” He should never have been able to pull off mild mannered and charming, and yet here he was.

“That’s sounds wonderful, actually. Thank you.”

He got the glass for her himself, and when he turned to return the lemonade to the refrigerator, she was filled with a longing for this all to be about the energy that still sizzled between them rather than making arrangements for their unborn child.

But that wasn’t for women like her. She was a sidekick, not a main character.

She took a sip and steadied herself. The lemonade was fresh and delicious, exactly the thing her stomach had been searching for as her occupied system woke up.

“Your home is astounding. I feel a little out of place,” she admitted.

“You shouldn’t, someday your child will own it.”

He said it so casually, completely nonchalant, as if he was entirely comfortable with the sudden redirection of his life and permanence of their bond. Perhaps he was?

It was taking her longer to adjust.

Hollowly, she wondered where she would fit into the life of a child who would one day own Redcliff. It didn’t compute that that child and her child would be one and the same. Would they be embarrassed that she was so obviously not from their world?

She would have to work and wait for the answer, like everything else in her life.

Regardless, there had been something warm and tender about Sebastian’s words. He had a gift for making it difficult for her to see the lines that separated her from the world she now walked through.

“I’ve downloaded your checkup schedule and updated your records with your new address and my emergency contact information.”

Jenna gasped. “That’s completely inappropriate, you know. The public would be horrified to know you could access that kind of information.”

With complete seriousness he responded, “You’re absolutely right, and because of that, I am going to have to ask you to keep the information to yourself. I know I can trust you, of course. You’ve taken an oath to protect and serve.”

“Those are pretty words after you’ve already risked state secrets.”

He squeezed her shoulder, the contact lighting the smoldering flame inside her. “I have absolute faith in you,” he said.

He meant it, and he was right to trust her. They might be strangers, and yet in so many ways he knew her, understood her.

She couldn’t say the same about him, though.

And chipping away at that imbalance was just one of the Herculean tasks she had to accomplish during her time with him.

“You know more about me than I know about you,” she said aloud.

“I know more about most people than they know about me.”

“Most people are not going to be the mother of your children.”

A moment of silence greeted her statement before he said, “Agreed.”

“So, I should know you.”

“I am unknowable,” he said.

Jenna snorted. “Only God is unknowable. Tell me about yourself.”

He sighed, sounding bored. “What do you want to know?”

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