Chapter 11 #2
I grab the phone and lay on my back and start doing crunches. Thayer.
“Yeah?”
“Lyam, we’re in town. Can you and Cosette come to Maman’s later today?” Our family home, which is also our group headquarters, isn’t far from here. This will work out well. Maman will be absolutely thrilled when I tell her the news, and it will do Cosette good to hear it.
“When? I need to talk to Rousseau first.”
We make a plan to meet for lunch so I can have a chat with Rousseau after.
“Perfect.”
Cosette comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel just as a knock comes at the door.
“That’ll be our breakfast.” I frown at her. “Get back in that bathroom and shut the door.”
“What?” She looks down at herself in the towel.
“Cosette,” I say warningly.
“Alright, alright.” The bathroom door shuts with a bang and I go to get our food. Like hell I’m letting anyone else see her half-dressed.
I lay everything out on a little table by the balcony. They brought everything I wanted, even a small vase with pink carnations.
“You can come out now.”
The door opens and she stands there again in the fluffy bathrobe. I stare at her.
“How did you get even more beautiful overnight?” I ask in a low rumble.
She gives me a soft smile that lights her whole face up and tightens her robe. “Pregnancy glow?”
“Maybe. Lose the robe, baby.”
“Here we go,” she says on a laugh. “Explain to me why you don’t want someone on your staff seeing me in a robe but any skydiver out that balcony can see me naked?”
“Because no one will see you naked. That glass is one way.”
“Wow. That’s incredible.”
I shrug. “Sit. Eat. We’ve got a lot to do today.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grumble. “Don’t look at me that way.”
“What way?”
“With that come hither face that makes me want to fuck you all over again. We don’t have time.”
She sips a steaming hot cup of coffee and grins at me over the top.
I can almost see her.
Waking up every day beside her.
Cosette, with our baby tucked up against her shoulder. Sitting in moonlight in a rocking chair. Singing her little songs in that voice of hers full of bravado and hope and so much joy.
Christmas with just the three of us, snow falling outside our window.
Morning coffee and evening walks.
A warm place to come home to and a soft place to land.
Us.
“So what are we doing today?” she asks, tucking her long legs under her and lifting the vase so she can inhale the scent of her flowers before she continues to eat.
“I have an informant I need to talk to later. But before then, we’re heading to see my family.”
She pauses with a piece of toast lifted to her mouth. “Your family?”
I brush a crumb off her lip and slide it into my own mouth. “My family. Thayer and Savannah are in town. They want to see you and I want to tell Maman about the baby.”
Cosette’s hands drop to her lap, the food forgotten. “Lyam. Oh my God, I can’t face Savannah.”
I know it’ll hurt her to do this, but I know she has to.
“Listen, baby, Savannah’s good people. You can trust her. All you have to do is tell her what you told me, and she’ll understand.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You absolutely can, sweetheart. I promise. I’ll be there with you.
Thayer knows and he understands, too, and after you’ve put all this behind you, you’ll feel so much better about things.
Think about how excited Maman will be about the baby.
” I sit down beside her and reach for her hand, giving her a gentle squeeze.
“Listen. I know this is hard for you. I want you to know I’m sympathetic to that.
But I also know that facing this will make things so much better for both of us in the long run. ”
She squares her shoulders and looks at me.
“I can do it,” she says with a confident nod.
“I don’t want to, but I’m not going to run anymore, Lyam.
I’ve got a baby to think about now. And I need to do what’s in that baby’s best interest. Our baby needs family and cousins and aunts and uncles and a grandmother who will spoil them to death. ”
I smile at her. “Absolutely. And I’m proud of you, baby. Now put those hands in your lap and let me feed you.”
I lift the last piece of toast and put it in her mouth. Chewing and swallowing, then sipping some coffee, she sighs. “I’ve missed this.”
“What?”
“The way you are with me.”
“And what way’s that?”
“Insanely protective, dominant as fuck, and so…” she sighs contentedly. “Focused.”
“Focused?”
“Yes. Like when I’m with you, there’s no one else in the room.
I mean, you don’t miss anything that could hurt either one of us, but you also don’t let anything distract you.
If I’m talking to you, there’s no scrolling on your phone or cruising the web or ignoring me.
You’re hyper-focused on me, like I matter.
I love that.” She shrugs. “Makes me feel special.”
Special? God, of course she’s special.
“That’s because you are,” I say matter-of-factly. “You should know that.”
She grows quiet as she picks at a piece of crust on her plate. “I dunno. You have your shit and I have mine, you know?”
I do know. The question is, is she willing to talk to me about hers?
“You want to tell me anything?”
“No,” she says with a sad smile. “I mean, I do. When do we have to leave?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes!” She leaps from her chair and runs back to the bathroom. “Oh my God, I need to get ready!”
I guess that means we’ll talk later.
“Just throw something on,” I mutter, tugging on a pair of jeans and a tee myself.
“I can’t just throw something on, Lyam. I’m going to see your family.”
Which will be her family, I realize with a sudden rush of emotion that almost chokes me.
My wife.
She’s going to be my wife. My family may break the law and make rules that are all their own, but we have some traditional values. And there’s one thing she has to know—if she’s having my baby, she’ll wear my ring.
I just have to find the right way to ask her.