Two hours later I’m regretting the road trip as we stop for the fiftieth time so I can get some air. The
nausea seems to take over anytime we get on the road and I’ve had to stop and throw up a few times
already; seems my morning sickness likes to rear its head badly the second a vehicle is involved.
“I’m sorry.” I grimace as the waves of nausea roll over me. He holds my hair away gently rubbing my
back while I grip my bottle of water. I’ve been sick a few times already and no longer embarrassed at
Jake seeing it. I need him with me to hold me and hold back my hair.
“No, baby; I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make
you sick like this, we should’ve just asked Mamma fly to
New York for a visit.” He helps me up from my perch
in the grass and holds me tight against him, my body trembling at the effort of throwing up, not really
relishing at the thought of getting back into the car. I feel like hell, as badly as the first few days of
knowing I was pregnant.
“We’re only an hour’s drive away from Manhattan; we could head back?” Jake seems to read me, as
he usually does, but I’m adamant he gets to tell his mother face-to-face. I owe that to him at least. I
know how much it’ll mean to him to see her reaction first-hand.
“No … I’ll take some of the anti-sick pills Nora gave me and try to sleep; that might help. I’ll manage. I
really want to go Jake.” I lean against his chest, closing my eyes, inhaling his smell enjoying the
moment of calm before I get back in the car and let the nausea build again. I’ve managed twenty
minutes, maximum, before having to get him to stop again; secretly hoping for a lot longer before we
need to do it again.
“I don’t know, Emma. This was a bad idea; I’ll take you home.” He sounds dubious and concern is
etched all over his handsome face.
“No, really, I can’t stay locked up in the apartment for the next few months or I’ll go stir crazy. I really
want to see your family and I really want to see the house.” I smile up at him and flutter my lashes,
instantly knowing he’s folding. The lure of showing me the house and the look on my face; Jake is so
whipped he has no clue and it makes me grin. I can literally see him caving in.
“Okay, but if we need to stop then we stop, even if it takes three days to get to my mamma’s, okay? I
don’t mind stopping for breaks and letting you get air or even finding a hotel and staggering the trip.”
He helps me back into the car putting my seat belt on, coming back from the trunk he hands me a
pillow and blanket, helping me get comfy before kissing me on the forehead and closing the door.
“You know … you’re nothing like the Jake Carrero I met in his office on day one.” I giggle at him as he
settles himself back in the driver seat and pulls on his belt. His wide shoulders make me long to strip
that shirt off him and see them in all their glory.
“I’m one and the same.” He winks at me cheekily, pulling his seat belt out from his shoulder to untwist
it, starting the car and revving the gas as he fiddles with some buttons on the dash.
“Sure, you are.” I smirk. “That Jake wouldn’t have entertained the idea of a girlfriend, let alone a baby
and a house. I can’t see him stopping to prop a cushion under his moaning girlfriend’s head on a boring
four-hour drive either.”
“I guess you broke me, bambino, not that I’m complaining … In breaking me, I got to break you too and
that reward is worth it all.” He grins and ruffles my hair affectionately. “You’re nothing like the Emma
who walked into my office in stilettos and the tightest gray skirt I have ever seen, staring at me like I
was the enemy. Oh, and for the record, in those first few seconds I thought about taking that damn skirt
off and bending you over my desk. I wanted to fuck you the second I laid eyes on you.” I turn my head
to gape at him in outright surprise.
“You did not … You barely looked me up and down.” I protest, laughing, as he tries to tickle me in the
ribs. Playful Jake has been slowly seeping back in these last couple of days, relaxing in a way. Our
relationship starting to return slowly and surely. The change in both of us had been a lie. We are still in
there; trying to find our way back to each other, back to how it was before.
“Bambino, I’m a seasoned pro. I could check out any woman without even looking in her direction.” He
flexes his eyebrows. “You gave me hot dirty dreams from day one, Emma, those skirts seriously ruined
my concentration.”
“Liar.” I move in the seat, getting comfy with my cushion and blanket, snuggling down so I can watch
him drive; he’s too adorable not to watch…
“Trust me; I’m a guy. I thought about having sex with you at least once a day; sometimes once an hour.
Even back when you were trying your hardest to keep me at arms-length.” He has us out on the road
smoothly sailing along the tarmac. It’s sunny out and the scenery is pretty and soothing. I can’t imagine
that back then Jake was looking at me that way; I guess he really was a seasoned pro after all.
“Okay, well maybe you did. I admit I checked you out way more than I allowed myself to deny.” I smile
when I catch his satisfied grin.
“I knew you fancied me.” He smirks, and I just shake my head indulgently. His ego does not need any
encouragement; then or now.
“I had to take a ticket and get in line.” I respond with
a lowered eyebrow. We haven’t had this easy amusing
kind of flow with our conversation in a while. Experiencing
an inner swell of happiness because I’m starting to feel this way with him again, easing into this, signs
that maybe
things could be okay again; that maybe in time we might be how we were.
“You must’ve had the golden ticket, bambino.” His cheesiness and wink set me off giggling, and I tell
him to shut up. My face meets that annoying palm of his, as he slides his hand across it, squishing my
nose in the process.
“Stop it. Jerk.” I slap it away.
“Make me. Sexy.” He throws me an air kiss, and a wink, then tugs the corner of my blanket up. “Now go
to sleep, before you feel like you’re going to throw up again and let me drive. You’re too distracting with
that beautiful face.” He beams at me genuinely. I can’t help but smile to myself, as I snuggle down at
his command, closing my eyes.
* * *
“Jake. I need to get out.” I wake with a start, my head spinning and nausea coming at me as soon as
my sleep addled brain comes around. It’s close and I’m going to hurl badly.
“We’re here baby, hold on, let me help you.” Jake jumps out and comes around the car pulling me out
fast, just as my stomach throws up the bottle of water, I drank mid-journey, all over the gravel driveway
of his mother’s house. Jake jumps back making sure his trainers don’t take a direct hit but keeps me in
the crook of his arm.
“I swear that time you were aiming.” His mouth comes to my forehead and holds me against him as the
retching subsides. He sweeps back my hair instinctively.
“Pay back for waking me up with a bottle of water an hour ago,” I grimace, my stomach aching from the
effort and I’m rewarded with a smile. He picks me up in his arms like a child and walks me toward the
house. He has no qualms about picking me up anyway; not that I am complaining.
“I can walk you know, your mom’s going to think something’s wrong,” I protest, weakly. The feeling of
extreme warmth in my cheeks and forehead from vomiting is rising again. I hope this passes soon,
feeling this way is the worst thing ever. I never was good with being sick or having an illness, even as a
child.
“Something is wrong, miele … You’re very pregnant and look like you’re probably running a
temperature again.” He scrutinizes me as he carries me up to the front door and up the wide sweeping
steps. He makes carrying me seem effortless; nothing showing on his face or body and his walk
seemingly unaffected.
“It’s the car, it seems to make this so much worse.” I sigh, burying my face into his neck. This is not
how I expected
to greet Sylvana Carrero when seeing her again. “I should walk, Jake.”
“You’re fine like this,” he responds, with a no-nonsense tone and I know arguing is futile. Jake has
become that scary, overprotective, ‘loss of a sense of humor’ father-to-be, and I’m too tired for another
battle of wills.
He manages to get the front door open without letting go, and carries me inside, calling out that we’re
here. My face colors at literally being carried over the threshold and wonder if Sylvana will get the
wrong idea. I try not to think about how it makes me feel. I’m just getting used to thinking we have a
chance at forever again; marriage is not even an idea I’m thinking about right now.
Sylvana appears from a room down the hall looking completely flustered. Her cheeks have a high spot
of red on them and she’s manically squeezing a cordless phone in her hands. Her eyes go wide with
both relief and absolute stress; she doesn’t seem to be phased or even acknowledge the way Jake and
I have entered.
“Jacob! I’ve been trying to call you!” She strains in hushed tones, using his full name is never a good
sign, quietening her voice as her eyes dart around behind her. She ushers us toward the kitchen in
haste. Sylvana is normally the picture of cool and controlled, like her son, so I already have a rising
sense of apprehension at her very odd behavior.
“Mamma, what the …?”
“Shhhh.” She waves her hands at him to shut him up, pushing us into the kitchen, hauling the door shut
behind us when we’re standing in the cool neat interior. “Answer your goddamn phone in future, Jacob!
She scowls at him accusingly.
“I was driving, it’s on silent, I wasn’t expecting anyone to call me. I was letting Emma sleep, Mamma.
She’s not too well. What the hell has gotten into you?” He huffs childishly at his mother and it’s not hard
to picture little Jacob as a kid being told off. I imagine that he was a bit of a handful and can only hope
he has the necessary wisdom and training to handle a mini him.
“Can you two stop arguing and can you put me down?!” I frown up at Jake, with an eye of bewilderment
and awkwardness, at being held aloft between a squabbling mother and son. Jake frowns then tips my
feet to the floor standing me upright, pulling me into him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders to
nestle me in front of him.
I feel better out of the car, recovering quickly, and it seems I’m not allowed out of an inch of his reach.
“What’s the problem? Is it Dad?” Jake almost growls:
still no love lost between father and son. When we were last here, he barely acknowledged him at all
and still doesn’t
seem interested in ever giving Giovanni another chance. I wonder if having a child will make a
difference to the relationship at all.
“No, it’s so much worse. Oh, and before I forget.” She leans forward and smacks Jake hard in the
upper arm near his shoulder. The noise echoing a little loudly; making him jerk to the side with the
connection. Sylvana has a mean swing arm, another trait for tadpole to inherit.
“Ouch, what the hell was that for?” He tenses, flexing his shoulder and I can only guess at the look he’s
giving her over my head; especially if the anger radiating from him is anything to go by.
“For being an idiot. You know exactly what!” She looks at him then down at me with a softening smile
and a softening of sympathy.
Oh God. Jake told his mother about our breakup.
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