Chapter 190
I spent two days with Kade and his brothers, and watching them together. I realized that they didn’t need their shitty father when they had each other.
All three of them had different personalities, and they fit together so well.
I was jealous; being an only child meant I didn’t have something like that. But I didn’t feel left out. They included me in everything they did, told me stories about their younger years.
I could tell their lives haven’t been rainbows and sunshine, but they tried to make light of it.
The eldest whom I thought was cold and distant was actually a sweet person. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was a sight.
And the youngest, Axel, was from a different world. He smiled and joked easily, teasing his brothers. He had a boyish charm to him, but he also looked like he would break your neck if you pissed him off.
Hanging out with those three was fun for me.
We left the States, going back home even though I wanted to stay for a while, but a CEO never stays away from their company for too long.
When we got back, Papa was the first person I went to see.
When I told him I was pregnant, he stared in shock for just a second before he hugged me, and then he… he cried.
I had cried along with him even as I tried to console him. But then he broke the hug, weeping my tears as he said, “Ragazza stupida. Why are you trying to console me? These are tears of joy! I’m going to be a nonno papà!”
He hugged Kade after that, patting his back. Kade had awkwardly stood still. I burst out laughing seeing how stiff he was and he just gave me a look.
After that day, Kade never left my side. In the office, he did his work in my office. At home, he forced all my things into his room. He wouldn’t let me lift something as light as paper.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself,” he would say. “Give me that. Don’t carry anything.”
“You shouldn’t drink too much coffee.”
“You need to sleep more.”
“I have work,” I answered as I typed on my laptop.
“When are you going to take maternity leave?”
I glared at him and he closed his mouth, letting me work in peace.
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The hell began in week seven.
I was having breakfast with Kade like I’ve always done, talking about things that didn’t make sense while he listened with all his attention like I was saying something meaningful, when my food decided they wanted to come back up.
I shot up from my chair, running to the bathroom closer to us where I emptied everything in my stomach.
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Chapter 190
Kade held my hair as I threw up my gut, cooing softly and patting my back. When I was done, he helped wash my mouth and carried me back to the dining room.
“Morning sickness,” he said as he sat down without putting me down. Instead, I sat on his lap.
I didn’t complain. When he smelled this good and his body was solid, why the fuck would I complain? And somehow, his scent was helping to soothe me.
“This is week seven,” he continued, “so it’s normal.”
“I hate it,” I muttered, resting my head on his chest and feeling his heartbeat.
He caressed my nape with his thumb. “I know, my darling. Let’s try some fruits.”
Luckily, I didn’t throw that up.
After that day, it got worse.
Just the smell of food had me running to the bathroom. The toilet was now used to my face.
And the more this happened, the more irritated I grew, and everything annoyed me.
“I’m sick of fruits!” I yelled as I slapped the fruit away from Kade’s hand as he tried to feed it to me. It landed on the floor and broke, the juice slashing everywhere and that annoyed me even more.
“You need to eat something,” Kade said calmly as he cleaned up the mess and I felt guilty. “You’ve already lost weight.” “How am I supposed to eat when I can’t stomach anything? Even the smell is irritating.”
“We’ll find something that works.” He returned to the table, picking another fruit and slicing it. “You can’t reject all food. There’s bound to be one that you can stomach.”
I ate the fruit he gave me without making a mess this time, and Kade beamed at me.
I ate all the fruits he fed me that day.
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We tried to look for food that I could stomach. I smelled all kinds of food but all of them made bile rise to my throat.
We gave up, and I just focused on eating all sorts of fruits.
I took maternity leave, leaving all the work to Gianna, and I was surprised when she came one evening with gifts.
“From the company,” she said. “They’re wishing you a safe delivery.”
My eyes burned and Gianna scowled. “If you cry, I’m leaving.”
I sniffed, nodding.
Being pregnant has made me emotional.
When I was hungry, I cried. After throwing up, I cried. When my feet itched, I cried.
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