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wasn’t going to work with Violet. She wasn’t a shopper.
What the Hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t call his mother. Even if she knew about Violet, he hadn’t told her himself. He’d bet Dante had mentioned something. Or maybe his brother hadn’t thrown him under the bus, yet.
Still. He was out of his depth here. “You’re cooking is delicious, Violet.”
She dropped the spatula on the floor, then crossed her arms. “You’re just saying that.”
Her bottom lip grew to twice its size. Then it began trembling. Oh. Crap. She was going to cry. He hated crying women. He never knew what to do. His hand hovered over her shoulders, wanting to take her into his arms.
He couldn’t blame her. These were pregnancy hormones. Dante had talked about how his wife Gwen was a different person when she was pregnant. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
“No need to cry.”
Shit. Wrong words.
“I’m not crying,” she wailed as the first set of tears streaked down her face.
Should he pull her to him? He didn’t know. He preferred coding or negotiating business deals. Crying women were not his forte.
With nothing to lose, he pulled her up against him. She resisted at first, but he held on. Soon, she melted into him, her sobs getting louder. He murmured into her ears. Finally her sobs slowed down.
Her breath hitched and she sniffed loudly. He grabbed a dishtowel, wiping her face. “It’s okay, Violet. You’re pregnant.”
“I’m not a crier,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I cried.”
Sniff.
“It’s okay, honey. You can’t help it. How about I take you out for breakfast?”
“You’d do that?”
“Yes. I’ll make sure the housekeeper comes in today to clean. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“Really?’
Her sniffing subsided. She looked kind of cute with her red eyes. He let her go and she stepped away. “Really, Violet. Wherever you want. What are you in the mood for?”
Food he could do. He’d take her to McDonald’s if that was what she wanted. As long as she stopped crying. He couldn’t do that. If she cried all the time, this was going to be a long few months until she had this baby.
Buck up. She’s the one who has it worse. He had to remember that. She was going to push a tiny human out of her body.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Go get cleaned up and we’ll go out.”
She sniffed again then left him in the kitchen. He cleaned up a little while he waited, then was ready by the front door. She stood halfway down the steps. “I’m sorry, Amedeo.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie.”
She looked better. Calmer. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a breakfast place we can walk to if you want? It’s a nice morning.”
“You won’t be late for work?”
“I own the place, honey. I can walk in whenever I want,” he said.
“Oh, okay.”
She walked down the rest of the steps. He took her hand, leading her out the door. He interlaced his fingers with hers. Like a lover. Hopefully she’d feel safe this way.
“I’m sorry about the kitchen,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “No worries. No damage and it’ll clean up.”
“I’ll clean it when we get back.”
“No, you have to come to work with me, today. Remember?”
“Oh, right. You asked me to find your hacker. I almost forgot. Okay, I did forget.”
“You okay to do that today?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
She did seem back to normal.
Chapter6
Violet had no idea what had happened. They walked to the restaurant. Amedeo had looked at her for a time as if she was going to erupt. Now she felt okay, but she wasn’t a crier. What had happened?
Pregnancy hormones. Now she was starving. Was that the problem? Had she waited too long to eat this morning? She couldn’t keep doing that. She wasn’t normally a breakfast person. Guess she had to start eating.
“You okay?” Amedeo said.
He’d been very sweet. She might have thrown herself out on her ass for that
What the Hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t call his mother. Even if she knew about Violet, he hadn’t told her himself. He’d bet Dante had mentioned something. Or maybe his brother hadn’t thrown him under the bus, yet.
Still. He was out of his depth here. “You’re cooking is delicious, Violet.”
She dropped the spatula on the floor, then crossed her arms. “You’re just saying that.”
Her bottom lip grew to twice its size. Then it began trembling. Oh. Crap. She was going to cry. He hated crying women. He never knew what to do. His hand hovered over her shoulders, wanting to take her into his arms.
He couldn’t blame her. These were pregnancy hormones. Dante had talked about how his wife Gwen was a different person when she was pregnant. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
“No need to cry.”
Shit. Wrong words.
“I’m not crying,” she wailed as the first set of tears streaked down her face.
Should he pull her to him? He didn’t know. He preferred coding or negotiating business deals. Crying women were not his forte.
With nothing to lose, he pulled her up against him. She resisted at first, but he held on. Soon, she melted into him, her sobs getting louder. He murmured into her ears. Finally her sobs slowed down.
Her breath hitched and she sniffed loudly. He grabbed a dishtowel, wiping her face. “It’s okay, Violet. You’re pregnant.”
“I’m not a crier,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I cried.”
Sniff.
“It’s okay, honey. You can’t help it. How about I take you out for breakfast?”
“You’d do that?”
“Yes. I’ll make sure the housekeeper comes in today to clean. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“Really?’
Her sniffing subsided. She looked kind of cute with her red eyes. He let her go and she stepped away. “Really, Violet. Wherever you want. What are you in the mood for?”
Food he could do. He’d take her to McDonald’s if that was what she wanted. As long as she stopped crying. He couldn’t do that. If she cried all the time, this was going to be a long few months until she had this baby.
Buck up. She’s the one who has it worse. He had to remember that. She was going to push a tiny human out of her body.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Go get cleaned up and we’ll go out.”
She sniffed again then left him in the kitchen. He cleaned up a little while he waited, then was ready by the front door. She stood halfway down the steps. “I’m sorry, Amedeo.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie.”
She looked better. Calmer. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a breakfast place we can walk to if you want? It’s a nice morning.”
“You won’t be late for work?”
“I own the place, honey. I can walk in whenever I want,” he said.
“Oh, okay.”
She walked down the rest of the steps. He took her hand, leading her out the door. He interlaced his fingers with hers. Like a lover. Hopefully she’d feel safe this way.
“I’m sorry about the kitchen,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “No worries. No damage and it’ll clean up.”
“I’ll clean it when we get back.”
“No, you have to come to work with me, today. Remember?”
“Oh, right. You asked me to find your hacker. I almost forgot. Okay, I did forget.”
“You okay to do that today?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
She did seem back to normal.
Chapter6
Violet had no idea what had happened. They walked to the restaurant. Amedeo had looked at her for a time as if she was going to erupt. Now she felt okay, but she wasn’t a crier. What had happened?
Pregnancy hormones. Now she was starving. Was that the problem? Had she waited too long to eat this morning? She couldn’t keep doing that. She wasn’t normally a breakfast person. Guess she had to start eating.
“You okay?” Amedeo said.
He’d been very sweet. She might have thrown herself out on her ass for that
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