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?"

with you. But not if I'm worried

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

medicine cabinet and began to scrub away the remnants of my morning escapade. However, it wasn't long before

folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing. "You must think I'm a fool if you think I buy

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

gestured at the remaining stains on the sheets. "Is this what you call 'under

a nerve, making me instantly realize the absurdity of my lame excuses. I sighed deeply, pressing my hands into the bathroom counter and

much perception when my wife is running to vomit

his calm demeanor. The realization struck 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. And if I didn't open up to Enzo sooner rather

mixture of regret and relief. The words were like a dam breaking, releasing a torrent of hidden emotions. "But I don't know for sure.

a myriad of expressions: shock, hurt,

be pregnant? And you didn't tell me sooner? How long

eyes downcast, avoiding his penetrating

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'm not too mad since you say

your dreams. You've been offered that coaching

I want to do.

felt my throat clench as memories of my conversation with Lori and Jessica the night before flickered

my mind.