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HAYLEY’S P.O.V

A hand brushed my hair over my shoulder and warm lips placed open mouthed kisses on my throat and collar bone.
I mumbled something incoherent and nestled closer to the warmth. I was too comfortable to move or open my eyes. I just wanted to enjoy the extra soft sheets underneath me and the warm hands on my skin.
“As much as I want to get in bed with you, baby girl, you need to eat,” Jake whispered, his hand trailing down my side. “You’ve been asleep for too long.”
“How long?”
“Hours.”
I forced my eyes open and found him seated behind me. He smiled softly at me and pulled back. I missed his warmth instantly, missed the feel of him next to me. He was dressed already, in a plain t-shirt and sweats.
A quick glance at the window told me just how late it was.
I couldn’t remember much from before I fell asleep. I remembered getting out of the shower and Jake settling between my thighs. I remembered him eating my cunt until I sobbed for reprieve and I remembered him fucking me from behind. Everything after that was a blur.
My limbs ached as I pulled myself up, reminding me of everything that transpired between us.
A tray was placed in front of me and the aroma of food wafted up to my nose. My stomach rumbled in response and Jake chuckles, placing a soft kiss to my temple as he rose to his feet.
“Eat, baby, I need to make a few calls.”
“What about you?”
‘Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back soon.”
He excused himself to the little balcony of our hotel room. I wanted to wait for him but I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I wolfed down the food until there was nothing left on the plate but Jake wasn’t back inside yet.
I pursed my lips, thinking of ways to get that phone away from him later so he could actually enjoy the vacation. In the meantime however, I checked mine and found numerous texts from both dad and Kate.
Kate just wished me a safe journey while Dad sent a stream of texts ranging from wishing me a safe journey to threatening to call the cops if I didn’t at least text him to say that I was safe. His last message made me laugh.
Dad: At least I’m not worried about you getting pregnant. Call me, Hayley.

I sent him a text to say that I was fine and his response came in immediately. I smiled at his dramatic texts.
“I take it you’ve finally responded to your dad.”
My head snapped up immediately and I found Jake watching me with his hands crossed over his chest.
“How did you know?”
“I was talking to him. As soon as your text came in, he hung up and told me to go fuck myself.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That sounds like dad.”
Jake just watched me, a small smile playing on his face.
I was still naked, the only thing covering me from him was the blanket. His eyes roamed my body and just like that, I was wet again. I didn’t care that I was sore and could barely move, I still wanted him.
“I know that look,” he ground out, making his way over to me. “As much as I’d love to fuck you until we’re both hoarse, I didn’t bring you here so we can stay indoors.”
“Where are we going?”
“We already missed our reservation for tonight. Put something on and meet me on the balcony.”
I didn’t even let him finish before I rushed out of bed. I pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts then waddled over to the balcony. The air was crisp and chill but I didn’t seem to mind. I was more focused on the bright lights and the noise that came from the busy world below us.
Jake’s arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his lap, his nose nuzzling my throat.
“This is beautiful,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
He kissed my throat. “No, baby, thank you.”

I must have fallen asleep in his hold because when I woke up, I was wrapped up in his arms. I wanted to stay there for as long as possible, just bask in the feeling of being held by him, but my body had other plans because I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.
It was a stroke of luck that I made it to the bathroom in time.
I tried to push my hair back but failed woefully. Thankfully, I felt a large hand wrap around mine and gently wrap my hair around a fist. Jake murmured soft words in my ears while his free hand rubbed my back gently.
His voice was hoarse and thick with the remnants of sleep. On a good day, I would have fixated on that but I was more concerned about the fact that I felt like I was going to vomit my own intestines.
“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss in the center of my head.
“I don’t feel okay,” I mumbled. “I hate this.”
“I know.” He pulled back gently. “Do you want some tea?”
I shook my head, sinking down onto the cold tile. Jake reluctantly unwrapped my hair from his fist and watched me.
“What about some water?”’
I shook my head. I didn’t want anything except to sit down until my head stopped ringing and I stopped feeling like everything was spinning.
“I can’t believe I have seven more months of this.”
“Technically the nausea should stop after the first trimester. At least, that’s what the books say.” I looked up at him with a raised brow and he shrugged sheepishly. “I want to know what to expect.”
“You read a book?”
“Books,” he corrected. “There was more than one. I had to because I couldn’t ask Carmine. I wasn’t sure if you were ready for people to know yet.”
My heart warmed. “Thank you.”
He just waved me off and helped me to my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We have a lot of things to do today.”
I was like a kid in a candy store. My skin buzzed with excitement. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”