Page 13 of Love Me Like You Do
Through blurry eyes she saw Tristan’s horrified face and cried harder.
She’d never been one of those pretty criers either.
Nope. She was all puffy eyes and red nose.
Big fat tears and snot.
“Shh, shh, shh,” Tris soothed as he pulled her into his arms, cradled her against his chest and tucked her face into the warm curve of his neck. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. The babies will be fine. I promise.Everythingwill be fine.”
She sobbed against his skin, covering both of them with tears and snot and making a mess of everything.
God. She used to be so in control. Independent. And now she was clinging to a man who had no idea he’d gotten her pregnant with twins but wanted to marry her anyway.
Could her life have gone any further off track?
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Tris held Cov close and ignored the warm slimy stuff sliding down his chest.
One thing he’d always admired about Covington was her enthusiasm. Anything she did she did with all her heart. It seemed crying her heart out was no exception.
“S-sorry,” she sputtered into his wet neck.
“It’s okay.” And strangely it was. He didn’t care that she’d covered him with body fluid. He’d prefer a different kind but he’d take anything she gave him. He’d take her tears and her smiles and everything in between. “Feel better?”
She nodded smearing the mess between them further.
He smoothed his hands up and down her back. “Want to tell me what brought that on?”
“Hormones.”
“Ah, okay…” That certainly cleared things up. Not.
“I swear, it’s like I’ve got a split personality or something. One minute I’m smiling and the next I’m leaking all over the place.”
“So we don’t need to find a doctor?” He was worried she needed medical attention. His experience with pregnant women could be counted in minutes. All of them with her.
“No.” She brought her arm up and tried to clean both of them with the sleeve of his borrowed sweatshirt. “I’ve covered us in goop.”
He smiled. “Not the first time I’ve been covered in goop.”
She tipped her head back and stared up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Women cry all over you all the time?”
“Well, no. You’d be the first. But there’s plenty of goop in my line of work.”
She swiped her sleeve across his neck. The fabric was already saturated and did nothing but smear the slick mess more. “Ah… Maybe you should shower again,” she murmured.
“Let’s get you fixed up first.” Tris stood, picking her up with ease. She wasn’t as heavy as he remembered and he knew how women hated to talk about their weight but shouldn’t she be bigger now she was having a baby?Babies. Jesus. He had to get his head around that. “Have you seen a doctor?”
“Yes.” She covered a yawn with her hand. “Back home.”
“And everything is okay?” She felt fragile in his arms and she’d gone to pieces a minute ago, which to his mind said things weren’t normal. Then again, what would he know andtwobabies.
“Yes. I lost some weight early on because of morning sickness but everything’s progressing like it should.” She snuggled into him and used her clean sleeve to wipe her face as he walked down the hall.
“And you’re staying, right? Here? With me?”
“If it’s okay?” Her words slurred a little, her eyes drifted closed and her breathing deepened.
