Alba
I wake the next morning in the exact position as I was when I fell asleep the second time with Gabriel’s arm around me. I can tell it’s still early because the sun is just starting to peek through the bedroom window. I don’t want to move. I want to stay in this protective bubble of strong inked arms forever, but my bladder has different plans. Along with a baby who is currently kicking the heck out of said bladder.
Trying very carefully to get out of bed without disturbing Gabriel is proving impossible. When you’re eight months pregnant, getting up out of bed can be a task and not a graceful one either. By the time I wiggle myself into a sitting position, I look over my shoulder at Gabriel and find him wide awake. He has one brow raised and his lip is quirked.
"Not one word," I say glaring at him.
"I wasn’t going to say anything, Cariño Sweetheart. I very much would like to k
eep my balls," he teases.
Rolling my eyes, I get up and walk to the bathroom. After finishing my business, I come back out into the bedroom to find Gabriel standing in front of the dresser in all his glory. The sight of him still takes my breath away. My eyes roam over every inch of his body. From his thick arms to his broad tattooed shoulder. Then my eyes follow the light dusting of dark hair on his chest that leads all the way down to…
A growl brings me out of my trance. And when my eyes land on Gabriel’s face I see pure desire.
"Stop lookin’ at me like that," he warns.
My breathing speeds up and I lick my lips, "Why?"
"Because when you look at me like that, I want nothing more than to bend you over the edge of the bed and drive my cock into your tight pussy."
His words cause my breath to hitch and my core to tingle. "I’d be okay with that."
Growling again through clench teeth he shakes his head, "You just got out of the hospital baby. You need time to heal."
"But…" I go to argue only to have him cut me off with a sharp look. "Fine," I mutter.
Once downstairs, we both head to the kitchen. I go about gathering the contents to make an omelet when Gabriel orders me to sit. I do as he asks and sit down on a stool at the bar. Propping my elbow on the counter, I rest my chin in my palm and enjoy the view of Gabriel shirtless and in a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. I’m pulled from yet another dreamy state when the doorbell rings.
Glancing at the clock on the wall I see it’s 7:30 am and smile because I have a pretty good guess as to who it is. Stepping down from the stool, I go to answer the door.
"I’ll get it," Gabriel says.
"It’s probably just Bella. I’m surprised she held off until the sun was up to come over."
A moment later Gabriel walks back in the kitchen with my sister trailing behind. She walks straight to me and pulls me in for a hug.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Really good. My wrist was bothering me a bit when I woke up but it’s fine now."
Gabriel turns his attention from the stove. "You didn’t tell me you were in pain," he scolds.
"I’m not. I said it was bothering me a little. I took some pain reliever when I was in the bathroom and now I’m fine."
"You should have told me."
"Why? So, you could have fed the medicine to me like a baby? I can do things for myself you know."
My last statement causes Gabriel to glare and my sister to snicker, which earns her a glare from Gabriel as well.
"I hope you two don’t mind, but I called Mila and asked if she would mind stopping by here before her shift to check up on you. If big guy," she says pointing her thumb at Gabriel, "is anything like Logan then he’d feel better if you were checked out."
The glare disappears on Gabriel’s face and it’s replaced with one of gratitude, "Appreciate ya, Bella."
"No problem, Gabriel." She says sincerely.
My sister and I are finishing up the breakfast Gabriel cooked when we hear a knock at the door. I don’t even attempt to answer it this time.