Page 18 of The Billionaire's Baby
“Is it absolutely horrible that I enjoyed that way too much?” Adira asked.
Favian brought the hand he was holding to his lips and kissed it gently. “If you want me to, I’ll go beat them up a little more.”
“I don’t want you arrested over those two trolls,” Adira said.
“I wouldn’t be, mi amor. I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Favian said mildly.
“Let’s just leave them to their misery and get on with our tour,” Adira said. “I’m sure the other tourists will be irritable if we keep them waiting.”
“Darling, it’s just us. I rented the entire bus for just the two of us,” he remarked as they walked down the street.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” she murmured and shook her head.
“Yes, ma’am.” Favian whistled as they walked along and her heart felt lighter just being with him.
* * * *
The tour didn’t last long. Her nausea started up and before they even got to Big Ben, Favian was getting her off the bus and into a cab to go back to the hotel.
“I’m so sorry,” Adira said and leaned back against the seat of the cab. “The smell of the bus, the smell of everything lately makes me ill.”
He brought her head to his shoulder and then kissed her temple. “I’ve been to London a few times, honey. It’s okay. Let’s get you back to the hotel and get a cup of tea in you.”
Adira gave a soft laugh. “I think that even though I’m British, I’ve drunk so much tea in just the last two months alone, I may end up hating it after this is over.”
“We’ll find something else to help with morning sickness. We’ll get an in-house masseuse to work with you three times a week in New York,” Favian said.
“No, that’s too much. Other women have to deal with this, so I can manage too,” Adira said.
“Let me pamper you, mi querida. You’re carrying my baby.” He laced his fingers with hers.
“We’ll see,” Adira murmured, not wanting to make him upset by saying no again. The thought of all of his money being spent on her made her uncomfortable.
Favian chuckled. “I can see the gears whirring in your head, Adira. I know my money is not what you’re after and if anyone says anything, tell them off.”
She just nodded and closed her eyes, hoping to get back to the hotel quickly.
As soon as they got to the door of their suite, the illness she was holding in came back with a fury. Favian barely got the door unlocked before she was rushing past the living area to the bathroom. She closed the door and heaved into the toilet, spilling the contents of her stomach. She heard the door open and a cool washcloth was pressed against her forehead.
“My poor baby,” Favian’s deep voice soothed.
“Go away. I don’t want you to see me like this,” Adira moaned before another round of heaving had her clutching the edges of the toilet bowl again. “How can morning sickness last all day?”
“It’s only for the first trimester. Four months along and you’ll be feeling much better,” Favian said.
She looked up at him in disbelief. “How in the bloody hell do you know that?”
He grinned. “My family had more than one pregnant woman when we lived in Puerto Rico. After a while, the horror of what they were talking about wore off. Trust me, when you hear the words cervical mucus enough times, you build up a tolerance.”
“I’m sure,” she smiled as he helped her up. “I’m going to brush my teeth and lie down for a bit.”
“I’ll order you some spicy rice noodles and chicken for dinner.” When her face looked green he added quickly, “A little spice calms the stomach.”
“If you say so.” Adira put her hand over her stomach and walked across the room to crawl into bed. “I’m so tired.”
Favian pulled the blankets up around her and kissed her forehead gently. “I’ll take care of you, Adira. It’s my mission to make sure you’re happy.”
She went to sleep with that thought in her head and it warmed her heart just as the blankets warmed her body. It was much later when she awoke to voices coming from the other room.
Her stomach rumbled and instead of feeling revulsion at the thought of food, she actually felt hunger instead of nausea and was looking forward to eating. She lay in bed a few minutes more before getting up. She cleaned up in the bathroom and brushed her hair before heading out to the living area with the others. When Favian saw her, he stood up and rushed to her side. With his hand on her elbow, he led her to the soft plush chair at the large dining table.
“How are you feeling? Do you need some tea? Remy, bring that footrest so she can put her feet up,” Favian said all in a rush.
