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?"

course I want to spend the day with you. But not if I'm worried that something's going on with

little too defensively. "The smell of eggs has

of the medicine cabinet and began to scrub away the remnants of my morning

think I'm a fool if you think I

sink 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

on the sheets. "Is this what

making me instantly realize the absurdity of my lame excuses. I sighed deeply, pressing my hands into

when my wife is running to vomit

trying to mask with 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

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

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

sooner? How long

my eyes downcast, avoiding

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 you

swallowed, blinking away the tears that threatened to come. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner," I murmured. "It's just...I didn't want to ruin your dreams. You've been

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 that from me. And besides, I

as memories of my conversation with Lori and Jessica the night before flickered through my mind. The

my mind. "I would have