Chapter 23 DAPHNE I should be getting ready . Should be doing something more , at least . More makeup , or more jewelry , or more … I dunno . Better hairstyle , maybe . Instead , Im lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling like its going to spit out all the answers to my burning questions . How is this supposed to work ? How am I supposed to raise a baby with a man like Pasha ? Should I raise my baby with him ? What if he thinks Im just some gold digger ? I dont need Pashas help . Even if my parents have fallen from grace , my job at the gallery pays enough to keep a roof over my head . I have enough to cover rent , bills , and make sure my baby has everything they need . But I want Pashas …. not his help , but more like … involvement ? Yeah , thats it . I just want him to be involved , to be part of this whole process of learning how to become decent parents in a less than decent world . He doesnt know how much his promise means to me . That hell be right here , by my side , raising our child with me . Because hes basically the only person in my life to make such a promise . Mother still wont talk to me . Father is … well , hes surprisingly not as furious as I anticipated . More like hes wallowing in grief over the fall of the House of Hamish . His two daughters are a curse upon his name and hes been praying for answers as to what he did to deserve any of this . Thus far , God has declined to pick up his calls . At least Melanie is excited to be an aunt . She did promise to check in on me frequently and to be there for the birth, so thats something . But shes got her own shit to deal with , so I cant exactly ask her to hold my hand through everything . So it really does circle back to Pasha . Gorgeous , sexy , way too damn sure of himself Pasha . Will our baby have his eyes ? His rugged jaw ? His devilish charm ? An image of Pasha cradling our baby in his arms , bare chested and cooing in the middle of the night , Chick Duin My Dainting Now He Regrets 19.5 % Chapter 23 sends a surge of heat straight to my core . Tuck , I want him . I want that . I want him and that and so much more . The alarm on my phone goes off before my hopes devolve into raunchy fantasies . Showtime . I grab my purse and keys and head for the door , pausing only to slip on the heels that match my little black dress . I might as well enjoy them now before my ankles and feet get too swollen , And then I damn near trip over a heavy vase in the hall . What the hell ? I mumble to myself as I swoop down to catch the huge bouquet of flowers before they topple over and spill water all over the carpet . Interesting . Champagne colored with pink tips and theres at least two dozen- Ah , shit . Theyre from Conrad . Theres a note scrawled inside the card , but the only thing I actually read is his boorish signature at the end . Its enough to make me want to toss the note into the trash and the bouquet out the window . But they are roses . And beautiful ones , at that . Id hate to waste them . Theyll survive in my car until I figure out where they belong . When I see Pasha waiting for me outside the restaurant , I nearly groan . Not because of anything bad . He just looks so damn good . His thick hair is playfully disheveled and yet somehow makes his charcoal gray look all the more professional . Theres a five o clock shadow dusting his jaw and Im suddenly struck with the desire to find out what that feels between my thighs . Focus , girl . Youre here to talk business . At least I didnt overdress for the occasion . Pasha picked the restaurant , and I figured an LBD would be the safest bet no matter where we ended up being . To my surprise and delight , this is a deep dish pizza joint . You look beautiful , he murmurs into my ear as he helps me slip my coat off . Its not particularly cold Chapter 23 out , but better to be safe now that Im carrying our little one inside me . And now , Im officially overheating . Pasha hands my coat to the interior valet and nods when the host leads us to our table . His hand never leaves the small of my back . He pulls out my chair and waits for me to be comfortably seated before he settles himself in . Ive never felt so protected before . Im not sure how I feel about it , exactly . This is nice , I remark awkwardly as I look around the room . It is a pizza place , but one of those higher end joints where you still get waited on and the water is served with decorative slices of lemon and mint leaves . A whole lot of men here , though . Theyre mine . Pasha casually flips through the menu and says that like its supposed to explain anything at all to me . Yours ? Like … Security . Because that makes sense . I pretend like it does , at least , and peek at the menu . Where are the salads ? Were not eating salad . Well , I mean , you dont have to eat a salad . But I do , and- Pasha closes his menu and motions for the waiter . Youre not eating a salad . Excuse me ? But before I can rail into him about dictating my dining choices , the waiter appears with a broad smile and welcomes us to this magical evening . And when he asks us if we know what we want to start with , Pasha orders one of everything off the appetizer menu . Well let you know when were ready for pizza , he adds . I blink at him until the waiter leaves . Then : Are you insane ? We cant eat all that food ! Pasha simply shrugs . Well box up whatevers left . It wont go to waste . Besides , you deserve to have what you want . I want a salad . No , you want to make your mother happy and maintain some demented idea of what your figure is 21:29 Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting , Now He Regrets 19.8 % Chapter 23 supposed to look like . I … dont have a rebuttal to that . He smiles at me and nudges the basket of buttery breadsticks toward me . Live a little . Fuck your figure . I did , and now , you dont have to worry about it . Im not taking that bait , Mister . I narrow my eyes at him . Im also perfectly capable of deciding what I should and should not eat . Im sure you are . But are you capable of shutting off all the nagging voices in your head and allowing yourself to do whatever the fuck you want ? Whats it to you ? I hate that he seems to know more about me than Ive let on . I hate that hes right Im constantly eyeing the good stuff while forcing myself to enjoy salads because Id rather not have to deal with Mothers nagging over my weight . Why does it matter ? Because youre pregnant . With my baby . Pasha unrolls his silverware and tucks the cloth napkin on his lap with practiced movements . I promised you Id take care of you . Apparently , that starts with making sure you dont starve yourself and our child . The waiter returns with platter after platter of appetizers that do , in fact , make my mouth water . Fried ravioli , bruschetta , spinach dip , stuffed mushrooms I want it all . Until now , I never got to have any of it . I glance up at Pasha , who nods for me to dig in . So , against everything Ive ever been taught since childhood , I do . Starting with the fried ravioli and mozzarella sticks because dammit , Im a cheese addict . At one point somewhere between the spinach dip and our supreme deep dish pizza arriving Pasha frowns at something over my shoulder . Then he barks something in Russian , I think before returning to his own plate . What was that about ? He shrugs it off . Just needed to remind my men to keep their eyes to themselves . I playfully waggle a brow . They gettin flirty with the waitress ? No. I dont pay them to ogle you . That makes me set my fork down and stare at him . What ? What does that even mean ? Pasha is completely unbothered by how bothered I am . It means I do pay them to show you respect as the mother of my child . And so … theyre not allowed to look at me ? 21:29 Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting , Now He Regrets 20.0 % Chapter 23 Not like that . He tucks into his bruschetta like this is a totally normal conversation . Not at whats mine . Excuse me ? Pasha just continues eating . And looking at me . Which , apparently , hes allowed to do because hes the one who fucked a baby into me . I cant help it I actually laugh . What are you , some sort of mob boss ? He doesnt answer at first . The clink of silverware and the whooshing of the A / C is all I can hear for a long , long minute . Finally , Pasha says . I would like to discuss with you the logistics of hiring bodyguards . Just for work , shopping , basically any time you leave your apartment . Cue another bout of laughter . You cant be serious . One look at his face says he is . I mean , theres no way my bosses will allow it . Or our clients . 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