The Maternalistic Maid {UNEDITED; BOOK 2}

Chapter 6: A Prince's Duty

I know what direction I want this rewrite to go and how I want it to end (with a bang) but  writing the build-up in between all of the drama is what makes this one so difficult. Not only that, with pregnancy stories, it's so many time skips because let's be real, ain't nobody trying to read a day-by-day of a woman's pregnancy. I'm damn sure not trying to write it! Anyway, y'all enjoy ❤️

Vincent

"Why do you keep shaking your head?"

I lifted my chin from my resting hand and directed a surprised gaze toward Rodney. "What," I asked, confused about his question.

"You've been huffing and puffing and shaking that pretty little head of yours for the past five minutes," he informed, watching me suspiciously.

"I'm thinking about something," I replied, going back to resting my chin on my palm. I'm never telling Rodney anything since he doesn't know how to mind his business. It was a good thing I had on shades, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to roll my eyes as much as I just did.

I really couldn't help but wonder... was she? No, she couldn't be. But we didn't use a rubber. But I did pull out. But we did make love multiple times that night and I definitely remember coming more than once. Maybe she just had food poisoning. Or maybe she really was? No, it had to be food poisoning. It's no fucking way. The Universe would be fucking me over if she was. I have to see her again to confirm.

I did a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff as I scratched at the soft hair on my jawline.

"You're thinking about that maid aren't you?"

Rodney... shut the fuck up!

"No. Watching her vomit was a bit traumatic but that's not what's really on my mind at the moment," I lied through my pearly whites. He's damn right I'm thinking about that woman, who I've been itching to correct him on. She definitely has a name and maid isn't it.

"Sure you are. You've been pretty chill up until she showed up," he peeked at me from the top of his own sunglasses.

I silently stared at him, he obviously couldn't see the glare in my blue eyes but I didn't care. I did it anyway. I went back to my previous position. "You must think I slept with her," I finally asked. I probably shouldn't be having this conversation while Melanie was in the vicinity, but I knew she wouldn't have been able to hear us from the concentrated expressions she was making.

"Ditto."

"Well no, I didn't. I'm certain some tosser might have convinced her not to," I said, irritably.

Rodney chuckled, causing me to face toward him with curiosity. What the hell was so funny?

"I'm the tosser that that told her not to," he revealed proudly, sending an annoying smile in my direction.

Of all the cock-blockers in the world, my own little brother had to be the biggest of them all. Too bad I'm faster than him. "You're full of shit," I grumbled, throwing the end of my sandwich at him. He laughed as he deflected it. "I always wondered why she suddenly changed her mind and now I know it was my piece-of-shit brother," I said, actually feeling betrayed. Yes, at the end of the day, I got her regardless. But I feel like he was the reason why she was advocating so heavily to call the agreement off.