StarNovelI woke up to the sharp pang of nausea hittinglike a freight train. My stomach was a swirl of discomfort, making the mere thought of breakfast unbearable. Enzo, lying beside me, seemed to sense my discomfort before I even articulated it, his eyes clouded with residual tension from our argument last night.
"Morning," he said, his voice cautious. "How are you feeling?" *Not great," I admitted, clutching my belly. "Morning sickness is a nightmare." He looked concerned, sitting up. "Let's get you something to eat, then. Something to settle your stomach." "I guess," I muttered, my heart sinking at the thought. I could almost smell the hotel breakfast from here-syrupy French toast, eggs, bacon-all of which made my stomach churn.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe noticed my hesitation and furrowed his brow. "What's wrong?" "It's just..." I began, nearly choking on the words, "the smell alone will makesick, I'm afraid." Enzo sighed, getting out of bed and beginning to dig through his bag for sclothes. "Alright, how about this? We'll ditch the hotel breakfast and get you something you could actually stomach.. I think there's a cafe down the street; maybe they will have something that won't make you queasy." "No, don't worry about me. I can just make sdry toast here," I offered, not wanting to trouble him, especially after our argument last night.
Enzo looked atlike I had grown two heads. "I'm not just going to let my pregnant wife lay alone in a hotel room eating dry toast. No way." Before I could argue, he was slipping his hoodie over his head, brushing his teeth, and holding out his hand forto take it. "Con, let's go." As we walked hand-in-hand down the street, I felt my moming fog lifting, replaced by a newfound appetite triggered by the inviting aroma emanating from the cafe. The scent of herbal tea and freshly baked bread filled the air, instantly comforting my roiling stomach and the clenching sensation in my throat.
"Here." Enzo guidedto a seat by the window, offering a warm smile that was just as much of a comfort as the scent of chocolate croissants in the air. "Why don't you sit down and relax? I'll get us something to eat." As I settled in, watching him approach the counter, I was hit with a wave of guilt. Despite our argument last night, here he was, doing everything he could to makecomfortable. He was a good man, a wonderful husband, and it painedto think of how unfair I had been to him.
He returned a few minutes later, balancing a tray laden with food: herbal tea, fresh fruit, cream cheese bagels, and, to my absolute delight, chocolate croissants-my favorite.
"Wow, Enzo, this looks amazing," I said, taking it all in.
He chuckled, setting the tray down. "I figured you'd like the croissants. They're your favorite, after all." I picked one up, taking a bite and relishing the velvety chocolate and flaky pastry. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," I said, my eyes misty with gratitude.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm*You existed," he replied, softly. "That's all it took." "Thank you," I said quietly. "You're the best." He smiled, his eyes meeting mine in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "It's nothing. Nina. Absolutely nothing to do something like this for the woman I love." We ate in silence for a few minutes, both of us still waking up. But as I savored the last bite of my chocolate croissant, I could feel Enzo's gaze fixed on me. I looked up, meeting his eyes, and there it was-the unspoken tension from last night, still lingering between us.
*Listen, um... Can we talk?" Enzo finally broke the silence.
*About?" I asked, although I already knew what he meant.
*Last night. Nina, it still bothersthat you felt embarrassed to share our story." I sighed, placing my cup of tea on the table. "Look, Enzo, I'm not embarrassed by you. It's just complicated, okay? I was a virgin when we met, and my ex-boyfriend had just cheated onthat very night. Our story can look messy to people who don't know us. Hell, it is messy no matter how you look at it." He shrugged. "So what? Every love story is messy in its own way. Ours is no different. And besides, it's not like you'd need to share every detail." "Yeah, but I don't like the way that Mila was probing. Something tellsthat she would have gotten it out ofsooner or later and she would have made it even worse." Enzo paused, taking in my words. "Nina, I already told you that you don't need to worry about Mila. And besides, if you're so concerned about how it sounds, why not just make up a fake story?"
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