“He assured me the constant nausea is temporary and that it should clear up soon if I’m lucky. He saidif, notwhen. If!”
“What’s the point of calling it morning sickness if it lasts all day?”
“Because false advertising works wonders on naïve women like me.”
Declan chuckles. My heart beats harder against my chest as he grabs the paper bag.
He halts right before opening it, and I nearly groan.
Calm down before he gets suspicious.
Planning a surprise around Declan’s back is hard work. He has made it a point to come to every doctor’s appointment, so I had to work my magic with his assistant to book his schedule solid. Poor Jeff had to deal with his anger all morning.
I’ll make sure he gets a nice bonus for his sacrifice.
“Did anything else come up?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Everything is all good, although I gained ten pounds already.”
His grin widens. My eyes narrow, which only makes him laugh.
“Good to know I’ve been feeding you well.”
“Feeding me? More like spoiling me.” Declan comes home by dinnertime every night just to cook me a balanced meal. At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but he has made it a point to be home by 7 p.m. every day.
“Get used to it.”
“For how long?” Once he becomes CEO, I doubt he will have time for small traditions like that.
“Indefinitely.”
I blink. “Even when you’re CEO?”
“Especially when I am. You keep me sane.”
“That’s a terrifying notion, seeing as I cried during a grocery store commercial just last week.”
He shrugs. “To be fair, it was a really good advertisement.”
My head drops back as I laugh. When I come back up for air, Declan’s gaze is zoned in on me like a spotlight.
“What?”
His bright eyes match the smile on his face. “I miss having you around here.”
My chest tightens, and I’m hit with an overwhelming wave of affection. “Jeff is good at his job.”
“Jeff isn’tyou.”
I stand and walk around his desk. He rolls his chair back and tugs me onto his lap. His hands wrap around me, with one landing on my bump.
The content look on his face does something crazy to my heart rate. He leans forward to kiss me, but my growling stomach makes him pause.
His brows tug together. “Did you eat yet?”
I wince. “No.”
He extracts me from his lap before helping me back in my seat. Instead of returning to his chair, he grabs the takeout bag and rips it open.