My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

I woke up to the sharp pang of nausea hitting me like a freight train. My stomach was a swirl of discomfort, making the mere thought of breakfast unbearable. Enzo, lying beside me, seemed to sense my discomfort before I even articulated it, his eyes clouded with residual tension from our argument last night.

"Morning," he said, his voice cautious. "How are you feeling?"

*Not great," I admitted, clutching my belly. "Morning sickness is a nightmare."

He looked concerned, sitting up. "Let's get you something to eat, then. Something to settle your stomach."

"I guess," I muttered, my heart sinking at the thought. I could almost smell the hotel breakfast from here-syrupy French toast, eggs, bacon-all of which made my stomach churn.

He noticed my hesitation and furrowed his brow. "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." I began, nearly choking on the words, "the smell alone will make me sick, I'm afraid."

Enzo sighed, getting out of bed and beginning to dig through his bag for some clothes. "Alright, how about this? We'll ditch the hotel breakfast and get you something you could actually stomach.. I think there's a cafe down the street; maybe they will have something that won't make you queasy."

"No, don't worry about me. I can just make some dry toast here," I offered, not wanting to trouble him, especially after our argument last night.

Enzo looked at me like I had grown two heads. "I'm not just going to let my pregnant wife lay alone in a hotel room eating dry toast. No way."

Before I could argue, he was slipping his hoodie over his head, brushing his teeth, and holding out his hand for me to take it. "Come on, let's go."

As we walked hand-in-hand down the street, I felt my moming fog lifting, replaced by a newfound appetite triggered by the inviting aroma emanating from the cafe. The scent of herbal tea and freshly baked bread filled the air, instantly comforting my roiling stomach and the clenching sensation in my throat.

by the window, offering a warm smile that was just as much of a comfort as the scent of chocolate croissants

a wave of guilt. Despite our argument last night, here he was, doing everything he could to make me comfortable. He was a good man, a wonderful husband,

a few minutes later, balancing a tray laden with food: herbal tea, fresh fruit, cream cheese bagels, and, to my absolute delight,

amazing," I said, taking it all

setting the tray down. "I figured you'd like the

flaky pastry. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," I said, my

softly. "That's

said quietly. "You're

mine in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "It's nothing. Nina. Absolutely nothing to do something like

a few minutes, both of us still waking up. But as I savored the last bite of my chocolate croissant, I could feel Enzo's gaze fixed on me. I looked up, meeting his eyes, and

night, still

Can we talk?" Enzo finally broke the

asked, although I already

that you

cup of tea on the table. "Look, Enzo, I'm

ex-boyfriend had just cheated on me that very night.

don't know us. Hell, it is messy no matter how you look

Every love story is messy in its own way. Ours is no different. And besides, it's not like you'd

Mila was probing. Something tells me that she would have gotten it out of me sooner or later and

in my words. "Nina, I already told you that you don't need to worry about Mila. And besides, if you're so concerned about how it sounds, why not just make up a