The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

I knew I had to wait though. Giselle wouldn’t appreciate me asking when we were already going through so much, moving at a pace that would have scared the fuck out of me even six months ago. I took immense comfort from the fact that she was pregnant though. The savage in me rejoiced in knowing that a part of me grew inside her. I’d worried she would be mad about the pregnancy but the look of confusion giving way to pure joy that eclipsed her face when I’d convinced her of it would remain with me forever. She had never been so beautiful.

I hated that she wouldn’t let me tell anyone though. It was fucking ridiculous to keep it a secret, especially given that she was probably three months along. I hoped that after our appointment with Dr. Adams that day, she would change her mind.

When I arrived at the office, Giselle was already there, curled up in a small chair with her travel sketchbook in her lap. I took a moment to watch her gently bite the end of her pencil as she stared into the distance at a place only her vivid imagination could construct. Her fiery hair curled over the cleavage exposed by the long wool dress she wore. My dick twitched in my pants even as my heart warmed at the sight of her.

She was so fucking pretty and so fucking mine.

As if she could sense my predatory thoughts, her eyes snapped to mine, clicking in place like magnets. A slow smile claimed her features and I couldn’t help but beam back at her. There were other people in the waiting room but I paid them no mind as I strode over to my siren and fell to my knees before her, first planting a gentle kiss on her tummy before claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. My hand found her throat, my thumb at her pulse, and I squeezed gently just to feel her heartbeat throttle before I moved away to take the seat beside her.

She blinked dazedly at me before breathily saying, “Hi.”

I grinned in pure masculine satisfaction. “Hi.”

“I know I just saw you this morning, but I’ve missed you,” she admitted with a faint blush.

Her words liquefied me. I reached out to gently cup that pink stained cheek. “I missed you too. How are you feeling today?”

“The nausea is pretty bad. I thought I had a handle on it this morning but I ended up puking in the Paulson’s gold plated toilet.” She made a face that had me laughing. It was one of my favorite things that she didn’t take herself too seriously.

“It’s normal,” I assured her, because I may have gone a little crazy with worry when she wouldn’t stop throwing up one morning last week.

“I know, I know. I guess…” She looked off into the distance so that I couldn’t see her expressive eyes.

I tapped her chin lightly with my knuckles. “What is it, love?”

“I guess I wish that I could talk to Mama about this. She’s done it three times, I’m sure she knows what to expect.”

Fuck, she had the power to absolutely gut me. It was like my heart lived in her small hand and her moods dictated its every beat.

I simultaneously wanted to kill Caprice for turning her back on her daughter, and sell her my soul in order to bring her back to Giselle.

This love thing was so illogical.

“I’m sorry,” I said, because at that moment, I really was.

“For what?”

“For being such a selfish bastard. I did this to you,” I pressed my hand to her slightly swollen stomach.

“It takes two to make a baby, Mr. Sinclair,” she sassed me.

She was so sexy when she sassed me.

“And thank God for that. What I meant specifically was that I deliberately hid the pills from you, tried to make you forget to take them… I really wanted this despite the timing and what it might mean for you.”

I wasn’t guilty for getting her pregnant, there was no part of me that could feel anything other than pure jubilancy at the thought of our child, but I hated how much pain my love brought her, how she had to choose me over everyone else she loved.

“Hey, hey now,” she said, taking my chin in her hand this time. Her eyes were huge, a crystalline grey brighter than pure silver. “I won’t argue with you about some of that. You should have just talked to me about having a baby; I had no idea that was even something you wanted in the future, let alone right away. And it is pretty bad timing. We just moved in together and we are still so new…” she trailed off at the look on my face and I quickly tried to resurrect my cool façade so she would continue honestly but it was too late. “It feels like you and I have been together for years, like we were always meant to be together. As crazy as it sounds, I think you and I are ready to be parents. We will make a perfect nuclear little family. It’s the extended family that I’m worried about. I don’t think Elena will ever forgive me for also getting pregnant with you, especially so soon after you ended things with her.”