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A ragged groan leaves me as I empty myself inside her before I whisper to her, telling her how she’s everything to me, and how much I love her.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Robyn
Iwake with a start as a spark of pleasure zips up my spine and blink my eyes open to find Enzo knelt between my legs, a cheeky grin on his face as he trails a languid stroke of his tongue from my clit to my center. That is, until a wave of nausea hits me so suddenly, I kick him off and bolt into the bathroom.
I wretch into the toilet, but nothing happens. Enzo’s at my side in a flash, holding my hair in his fist which he runs a hand down my back.
“Shit, angel. Are you okay? Are you sick? You didn’t drink much last night, so you shouldn’t be hungover, should I get a doctor? Yeah, I’ll call a doctor,” he rambles on, and I let out a breathy laugh.
“I’m okay,” I say as I adjust my position, sitting with my back against the vanity. “No idea what happened, I felt sick, but I don’t feel as bad now.” My face twists with confusion as i think it over.
His expression matches mine before he clenches his jaw. “I’m getting a doc here anyways. I’ll text my dad and let him know we’re staying here another day or two and for them to go back without us.”
“That’s not ne—” I start, but of course heinterrupts me.
“It’s happening,uccellina.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before ambling out the room, presumably for his phone.
I stand and brush my teeth, but my eyes stray to the wash bag next to the sink. More specifically, to the box of tampons I can see peeking out the top of the bag.
When was my last period?
I had it just after I slept with Enzo for the first time, and that was… late May? Early June? And it’s now September, which means I haven’t had a period for three months.
I’ve always been irregular, but I’ve never missed three freaking months.
Which means… oh shit.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Enzo
Ihang up the call with my father, after explaining about Robyn being sick and that we wouldn’t be flying home with them, he said he’d arrange for a doc to come and check her over.
The only issue is, we’re on a fucking secluded island and it could be nearly two hours by the time he gets a hold of his contact, and they travel here. But a two hour wait to see a doc is better than no doc at all, I suppose.
The bathroom door creaks behind me, and I swing around to find my girl staring over at me, wide eyed and pale faced. Immediately, panic sets in and I’m in two minds to just fucking fly her to the nearest hospital.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask as I rush over to her. I pull her into my arms and guide her over the edge of the bed, sitting her down so I can kneel down in front of her so we’re eye to eye.
She nibbles on her bottom lip, opens her mouth, closes her mouth, fidgets with her hands.
“Angel, you’re stressing me the fuck out, what’s going on?”
“I didn’t… I didn’t know, it was an accident, I promise,” she whispers, her voice cracking at the end.
I take her hands in mine. “What was an accident?”
“I’m late.”
She’s late? For what? There’s nowhere she needs to be.
“What are you late for,uccellina?”
“I didn’t realize, there was so much going on… and now it’s just hit me, and it’s been months, Enzo.Months.I promise, I didn’t know.” A tear falls from her eye, and I catch it with my thumb, bringing it to my lips and sharing her pain.
“I’m gonna need a little more info, angel.”