My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0475

Nina

"Nina, you need to tell me what's going on."

In the aftermath of my mad dash to the bathroom, Enzo's concerned voice hung in the silent air.

The weight of everything was pressing down on me, the silence only punctuated by the sounds of the birds outside and the ocean below. My eyes flitted from Enzo's concerned gaze to the overturned plate, scrambled eggs and toast forming a mushy mosaic on the white bedsheets.

"It's nothing," I said quickly, my heart racing as I grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. I bent down to clean the mess, hoping my movements would distract him from the question. "I'm really sorry about the mess, Enzo. And your hard work went to waste. I'll take us to the diner this morning to make up for it if you'd like."

His face remained unreadable as he picked up the empty plate and set it on the nightstand. "It's not about the mess, Nina. It's about you. Are you sick?"

I shrugged. "Maybe," I replied. "The smell of the eggs just got to me, that's all."

Enzo made a face, but said nothing. I knew that he was onto me; I loved eggs. It wasn't like me at all to turn down a warm plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, and yet here I was, turned off by the smell for the second day in a

row.

I finished mopping up the last of the eggs and tossed the tissues into the wastebasket, then looked up at him, just wanting to change the subject. "So, do you still want to spend the day with me? Or have I completely ruined the mood?"

"Of course I want to spend the day with you. But not if I'm worried that

said, maybe a little too defensively. "The smell of eggs has been bothering me the past couple

toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet and began to

his chest, his eyes narrowing. "You must think I'm a fool if you think I buy that explanation for

and snapped back a little more harshly than I intended. "I don't know why you're prying so much. It's really not that

remaining stains on the sheets. "Is this

hands into the bathroom

don't think it requires much perception when my wife is

me: there was no hiding from Enzo, and maybe there shouldn't be. Jessica and Lori were right; I couldn't handle this on my own.

regret and relief. The words were like a dam breaking, releasing a torrent of hidden emotions.

his face going through a myriad of expressions: shock, hurt,

And you didn't tell me sooner? How long have you been

avoiding his penetrating

that fell over the room before Enzo crossed through the doorway to meet me. His strong, calloused hands gripped my shoulders, practically forcing me to look up at him. "Nina, you're my wife," he began.

I didn't say anything sooner," I murmured. "It's just...I didn't want to ruin your dreams. You've been offered that coaching position, and you've been so excited about this. I thought, maybe, if I am pregnant, you would stay

voice coming across as more thoughtful than upset. "But that's my decision to make if that's what I want to do. It's not fair for you to keep something like

moment, I felt my throat clench as memories of my conversation with Lori and Jessica the night before flickered through my mind. The concept of a secret

Enzo asked, as though reading my mind. "I