Page 21 of Beau

“I had something at the office.” His green eyes were staring at her intensely. “When were you going to tell me?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Tell you what?” She tentatively took a sip of the broth.

“Don’t play games with me, dammit. I know you were throwing up for most of the day.”

“I see my watchdog is hard at work.”

“You missed a meeting with Kelly and Leesa, and you weren’t answering your phone. I called the house phone and asked Mrs. Greene to go and give you a message. She said she knocked andwhen you didn’t answer, she opened the door and heard you retching.”

His expression hardened. “I tried calling you several times and when you still had not answered, I had to ask her to come and check on you again. Twice. And all those times, she heard you throwing up.”

She gave him a guilty look. “I did not want to worry you.”

“Too late," he said grimly. “Why would you not tell me?”

Putting the spoon down, she faced him squarely. “Because I did not want you to overreact. You already expressed how you feel about all of this, I just did not want to give you added fuel.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is that right?”

“Beau–”

“No, damn you!” He snapped. “I have every right to know how my wife is doing. It does not matter that I am not one hundred percent on board. I am your husband, and you are carrying my seed inside you.”

He drew in a breath. “Have you called Lucien?”

She nodded meekly. “He prescribed something for the nausea.” She bit her lip. “This might be happening whether or not I take the pills. I am also feeling bloated, and I get dizzy.”

“Eat," he told her curtly.

“Beau–”

“I am going to get you some tea. Try and drink the water as well.” Sliding off the chair, he quickly made his way out.

Staring disconsolately into the bowl, she used the spoon to stir the vegetables.

Thankfully, she did not feel like hurling and could feel the warmth from the broth settling her stomach. Today while she was retching the lining of her stomach out, she had wanted him. She had sat on her bottom on the cold tiles, feeling as if she was dying and all she wanted was for her husband to be there with her.

She did not relish the idea of lying to him, of keeping what she was going through from him. But he had said it himself, he was not a hundred percent behind the decision, and she felt as if she was on her own.

She resented him for having to face it on her own. She could not do it. If this was just a fraction of what she was going to be facing, she was going to need him.

She looked up when he came back with a tray of steaming tea and placed it in front of her.

“How are you feeling?”

“A lot better. The hot soup is a good idea.” She gave him a pleading look. “Please, I don’t want to fight.”

“Then you should have called me. I was worried.”

“You said you are not one hundred percent on board.”

“I am being honest.” He nudged the tea closer to her. “Take a sip.”

Obediently, she picked up the cup and blew on the liquid before taking a sip.

“You don’t make it easy for me to tell you things.”

His brows lifted. “Since when?”