Chapter 39

Hannah

Six Months Later

“I don’t need you to hire a housekeeper or whatever you call a female butler!”

Tobias takes the water glass out of my hands and looks down at me with sensual eyes. Tall and muscle- bound, with a deceptively seductive smile. Gosh. Is it hot in here? He is basically walking sex.

“I don’t want you to put a strain on yourself, and that will happen since you’re carrying around the largest belly I’ve ever seen and refusing to take it easy.”

“The house needed cleaning!”

Tobias sighs. “Our life would be much easier if you let me hire this housekeeper. You wouldn’t have to move a muscle, and I wouldn’t have to go to work worrying about you.”

“I can still do basic tasks. I’m not that big…”

Tobias’s eyelashes flicker down, and his smile grows when I pout at him. We both know I’m huge, but my pride doesn’t allow me to admit it. Tobias won’t repeat himself, either.

Instead, he looks amused. “No, of course not. How silly of me. My wife is as tiny and fragile as a flower,” he steps closer, sliding a hand to my stomach. His lips stifle a laugh. “The bump isn’t visible at all.”

“You’re damn right it’s not.”

“Which is a shame… you know what I think about pregnant women.” Heat spreads between my legs as Tobias strokes my skin. He is gentle, but his eyes are dark. “Do you remember this morning?”

I slowly inhale. “I do…”

Tobias woke me up by going down on me, and he wouldn’t stop, no matter the sounds I made. He kept going until I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t since my belly was in the way. In the end, I came so hard that my vision momentarily flicked.

Goddamn it.

I’m horny again!

hormones are making me insane, and Tobias might not stay in his clothes until

and the visual is crazy. Especially when he lifts his eyes to mine. “I think your pregnancy body

to take it easy and relax. It’s

can’t believe I married

pout. “I’m not a

begin cleaning the dishes and the frying pan before we

over my face. I feel called out. “There is usually some time to

after me a second after I’ve entered the house. Hanging up my robe and putting my shoes where they need to

won’t do it

against my belly and kisses it. “When did

not a perfectionist!” I argue, even though I can see his point. I seldom relax, and that could potentially be

full height. Towering over me with nothing but fondness in his eyes as he looks at me.” Let me hire this housekeeper

a deep breath.

***

when I

self-control not to take over. Which makes me realize that I probably have a bigger control

I develop this

had it within

I’m naturally curious, and I ask a lot of questions. Sometimes I demand

slashes through me. What if I’m a controlling bitch in more instances than

thinks I’m too bossy in

and dries her forehead on her sleeve. “I was thinking of cooking lunch for us.

of

fall to my stomach, and she

my head is a total mess. What if he thinks I’m a

he is

not stupid enough to wall in self-pity

begin typing from the couch. My dog, Ruby, is curled beside me, and she glares

petting you. Just wait a second. This is important… I just

and I

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