My Peace (Beautifully Broken 5)
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“I’m yours,” he agrees. “There is no question about that.”
“Good.”
* * *
When I wake, Pax is gone. I must’ve been sleeping so hard that he didn’t want to wake me. It feels odd though, to start my day without kissing my husband.
When I go into the bathroom though, there’s a note taped to my mirror.
Babe, I love you. ONLY YOU. See you soon!
I can’t help but smile at that, and warmth floods my belly.
It’s weird how night-time makes a person think different thoughts than they would in the light of day. Pax would never betray me. Not ever. I know that.
Grimacing, I head back to bed.
I don’t want to, but I know that I can’t get up for a week.
Zuzu runs in to cuddle as soon as she’s asleep and shortly after, Chelcie arrives.
“Pax called me,” she says brightly, and she opens the drapes. “I’ll be here every day this week to look after Zu.”
“Thank you,” I tell her gratefully. “I’ll only be down for a week.”
“And I’m also supposed to make sure you stay down,” she tells me ruefully. “Sorry.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s ok. I’d expect nothing less out of Pax. I’m
surprised he hasn’t stationed National Guard soldiers at my door.”
“Don’t give him ideas,” she cautions. “I’m going to take Zu to the zoo today, if that’s ok with you. There’s a new otter exhibit. I think she’ll love it.”
My heart twinges because I’d love to take her to that, but I can’t be selfish. I don’t want her sitting at home worrying about her mama.
“That’s fine,” I tell her. Zuzu is excited, and kisses me goodbye, and when they leave, my room is so quiet.
I’m so bored.
I text Maddy and Pax. I pick up a book. I scan through channels.
I wasn’t made to lie still.
It’s an hour or so before Natasha knocks softly, then pokes her head in.
“M’am?”
Even though I know Pax wasn’t doing anything with her, something about her grates at me.
“Yes?”
“I came to see what you want for breakfast.”
She is subdued.
“Scrambled eggs and fruit would be lovely,” I answer. I force myself to be friendly. She hasn’t done anything to me. My instincts are clouded by my pregnant hormones.
“Coming right up,” she says, and she smiles. “Can I get anything for you?”