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Elsa
Iwas in a bad mood. I had just crossed my twenty-seventh week of pregnancy, and my doctor had informed me that my glucose numbers didn't look good. I had to become careful with my diet, or I could risk getting gestational diabetes.
This was complete nonsense!
I was a baker. I ran a bakery—it was all flour and sugar here, everything that was apparently bad for my baby and me.
As I stomped around the Délices d'Elsa, muttering to myself about the cruel irony of it all, Duncan walked in.
"Hey, beautiful." He came over and gave me a kiss.
"Don'they, beautifulme," I snapped, crossing my arms. "I just found out I have to cut down on all carbs, including flourandsugar."
"What? The blood test results are in? Is the baby okay?" He put his hand on my stomach.
"The baby is fine," I muttered.
"What happens if you can't control your sugar?" he asked.
"I get something called gestational diabetes, which isn't a good thing for me or the baby."
He pulled me into his arms. "We'll make sure you eat right then. You just need to drink a shit ton of water and eat," he pulled back to look at me, "what can you eat?"
"It’s not what I can eat, it’s all the things I can’t," I whined. "I'm allowed fruits, vegetables, and meat. I'm even allowedveryfew carbs.Merdé. I'm a baker, Duncan. A baker!"
He looked at me sympathetically, trying to hide a grin. "I can imagine that's going to be tough."
"Tough?" I huffed. "It's going to be a disaster! How am I supposed to test my recipes if I can't even taste them?"
Duncan put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'll test them for you. I'll make the sacrifice."
I almost laughed but kept up the act of being upset. My husband was adorable. I know, I know—nobody who looked at Duncan would ever think that. Even Emilia admitted she’d been intimidated by him until she got to know him. But with me, he was so sweet, so affectionate, so loving.
"Sacrifice? Right?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't have a problem, but Icould. I'm supposed to meet with a dietician and all that."
"Okay. I'll come with you, and I promise, baby, we'll figure this out." He kissed my forehead. "Does this mean you'll always have a problem with your glucose?"
"Just until the baby is born. Once the baby is out, I'll be back to normal," I informed him. "We'll know more after we speak to the dietician."
"Fuck that," he growled. "I'm going to make some calls and get all the information we neednow. I'll get someone to put a diet plan together, and we'll have meals delivered and—"
I kissed him to shut him up. "You're supposed to make me feel better, not go into a tizzy yourself."
He let out a deep breath. "I love you," he breathed.
I licked my lips. "I know. I think I know." I blew out a breath. "I don't know how to feel."
It was confusing. I loved him. However, I was still nervous about him sliding back to the Duncan who wanted me to bug Vincent's house, the cold man who I hadn't seen since but knew existed within the man holding me right now.
He nodded somberly. "How about we put feelings on the back burner? Let me take you out on a date tonight."
I raised an eyebrow. "A date? Where?"
"Surprise." He stroked my cheek. "You know, you're stunning. I look at you, and I'm always floored that you're my wife, my love. It's still as awe-inspiring as it was that first night you came into my suite at the Ritz, wanting to dispose of your virginity."
My cheeks flushed. "That was a good night."
"It was a great night," he said, putting his hands on my stomach. "We madeher."
