Chapter Thirty-One-Anna
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE-ANNA
“ S o, how’s the second round of bedrest treating you?”
Giselle comes into the bedroom with a tiny stuffed elephant in hand.
“Hey, Sisi,” I reply with a tired smile.
“Can I get you two ladies anything before I head out?” Nico asks from the doorway.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, and he dips his chin, waiting for Giselle to answer.
“I’m good too.”
I’m having a difficult time believing I could be this lucky. Ever since we came home from the hospital, he’s been right by my side, or he’s had one of my friends come over to sit with me. And our housekeeper, Mrs. Pirillo, has basically moved in .
Either way, I’m never alone. And the doctor has been making house calls.
I feel so pampered. Protected. And it doesn’t even matter if it’s for the baby or for me, because knowing how much Nico wants our son makes me love him all the more.
His blue eyes sparkle with intensity as he walks over to me and slides his hand around the back of my neck, tipping my face towards him for a kiss.
We haven’t fooled around since before my false alarm, and I miss him. I miss the intimacy. But I get it.
The doctor says no heavy physical activity, and sex with Nico is always heavy and very, very physical.
Sigh.
“Alright, you ready to rock this Cosmo quiz?” Giselle asks, pulling out one of my favorite magazines.
“They still make those?”
“Hell yeah,” she says, and I grin.
We spend the next hour laughing over who our ideal boyfriend is, and it turns out we’re both more into fictional men than actual men.
But the editors at Cosmopolitan are wrong.
Nico is a real man, and I am so into him.