Page 76 of In Ruins
“No,” he says, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Okay. Okay. She’s probably going to be spoiled, but she’s going to be my little princess. How can I not give her the world? What if I don’t spoil her and she thinks I don’t love her?”
He looks so worried about this that I can’t help but laugh. “Trust me, with how over the top you are, she’s going to know you love her.”
“I’m going to be the best dad ever!”
“Yeah, I know you will.”
“Just so you know, I know you’re going to be an amazing mom too,” he tells me, and I give him a watery smile because his words just hit a sensitive spot in me.
I’ve been worried about what’ll happen when she gets here and whether I’ll be a good mom. I didn’t have one growing up, so I have nothing to compare it to. My one parent isn’t even worth mentioning because I know for sure I don’t want to be anything like him.
“These damn hormones!” I mutter to explain the almost tears.
“Cute,” he murmurs.
I turn back around so he won’t see my face anymore, and a few minutes later, I’m boneless as I lie against him. I feel pampered and relaxed. This was not at all what I expected when he took me away from the convent to stay with him, but it turned out even better than I imagined.
A few minutes later, he pulls the plug so the water can start draining away. He gets up, grabs the shower head with the cord attached to the tub, and rinses himself off.
“Stay right there, babe, I’ll get you in a second,” he instructs as he steps out of the tub and dries himself before wrapping a towel around his waist.
When he comes back for me, he helps me stand up, rinses my skin, and helps me out. He then dries my body and wraps a robe around me. He leads me back into our room, laying a huge towel on the bed. “Lie back. I have one more thing to do before we head to bed.”
“Okay.”
He comes back with lotion and body oil and proceeds to lather me up, massaging it into my skin, paying special attention to my stomach.
I feel tears well up in my eyes because no one has ever taken care of me like this before, and it’s making me emotional. I reach over and grip his wrist, stopping his movement. He looks down at me, a question in his eyes.
“Thank you for making me feel so special tonight. You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” I say, with happiness and gratitude.
“I know,Tesoro,” he says.
“No one has ever taken care of me like this,” I share.
“Thank fuck! Because then I would have had to kill the bastard. And because I wanted to. You deserve to be treated like the queen you are,” he informs me.
The simplicity of his answer… because he wanted to, makes my chest ache a little. From the look of things and how he’s treated me so far, I think I’ll be okay. Even if he never loves me, at least I know he’ll treat me better than my father ever did.
Everything he did tonight helped me relax completely. I’m not going to lie, so far pregnancy has been harder than I ever expected, especially while I was locked away in that convent.
The aches, sleepless nights, constant worry, emotional turmoil, and mood swings that usually appear out of nowherehave been a lot to deal with. And even though I won’t tell him about all of that, I’m glad Enzo will be here with me for the rest of my pregnancy.
“Sit up so I can do your back now,” he tells me a while later, while I’m still lost in my thoughts. He rubs the lotion and oil into my back, giving me another massage, and it feels heavenly.
“You’re really good at this. Like suspiciously good. How many women have you given massages to?” I question, grumpily.
“Mmm, you sound a little jealous there, babe,” he chuckles.
“Would you answer the question?”
“You would be the first. Does it look like I had the time to go around giving anyone massages?” he asks.
“Those poor women,” I mumble, though I’m glad to be the first to get all of this special treatment from him. “You sound like you were a horrible boyfriend.”
“I’ve never been a boyfriend before.”
“How is that possible?”
