Chapter Nineteen | Appointment
_____One Month Later..
A full month and some days in Italy has been. . boring. Being eight weeks and some days pregnant doesn’t give me a lot of things to do with Delano staring at me with his potent eyes and Kyri pestering behind me, it was kind of funny, she seemed way younger than I; though she was speaking like a mother hen would.
I’v come accustomed to the routine I played in, eat, try and get some sleep, walk around, explore, read and repeat. As the days grew longer I felt bigger, my stomach grew to where you could really tell I was eating for two. My back was beginning to curve inward, and my belly protruding more, though a lot more things were bothering me with the new development.
I groan, wincing as I cup my sore breasts. I press my thumbs into the side of them, while the other fingers knead the top of my breasts. I try to find relief in the slight massage to my breast but all I felt was a stinging pain. Releasing them I drop my hands to my side, leaning my head back.
“Was there a reason you just did that?”
I jump, snapping my head forward to see Abel standing in front of the coffee table by the table. I exhale a heavy breath.
“Jesus, please don’t pop up on me again,” I say, placing a hand on my chest.
I could see the mirth swimming in his light eyes as he leaned his weight on his hip. “So, about rubbing the girls?” he tilts his head, raising his brows.
I push myself straighter on the couch cushion, my cheeks bursting into flames. “Uh, they’re sore and hurt, so I wanted to. .” I trail off, averting my gaze.
His laughter rings through the air and my face heats up more while I begin to sputter out another response.
“Why am I even telling you this? What are you doing here?”
He gestures toward the ongoing Tv with his hand, “Doing what you do, entertaining myself.”
I hum, looking back at the television than at the enhance to the living room. “Where’s Delano?” I ask, already getting ready to stand.
“Where he usually is; the library,” Abel replies, staring at the screen that projected a flurry of images.
“Alright, thanks,” I say I make my way to the exit.
Abel throws his hand up and takes a seat in where I was originally sitting at and I make my way down the familiar path to the library. I enter the spacious room, scanning the seats and zeroed my gaze on the mop of light brown hair bent over gazing down at the coffee table surface, as I moved closer I see papers spread out.
“Delano.” I call out.
He lifts his head and stares; a slight twitch of his brows upward makes me continue. I shift a bit closer, standing to the side of a cream patterned chair and look down at the papers that were nothing, but business forms and information. Returning my gaze to his, I see Delano already staring at me intensely causing me to wet my lips.
“Uh, sorry for bothering you,” I whisper, “But I was wondering when I was going to that appointment you spoke of?” I ask, hand subconsciously going down to my stomach.
He stayed silent for a second before speaking, “It starts in an hour. I was actually coming to get you and tell you to get ready.”
I jerk in surprise, “Oh, uh, okay. I’ll go get ready now,” I say, backing away, planting one foot behind the other.
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