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I didn't want that.
"Look at me thinking about life as a parent," I chuckled to myself. I realized that I was acting out of character.
Normally, I'd be totally focused on growing the hospital. But now my mind was on something else entirely. Not a bad thing, though. I wanted to do something special for him. I went downstairs, properly dressed in a shirt and robe. I found more staff, busy keeping the house clean.
One of them noticed me and brought down her mask, "Good morning, I'm Leah."
"Nice to meet you Leah, I'm Stacy," I said.
"Are you here to help?" she asked. “I haven't seen you before. Hope you aren't offended?"
"No, I…"
"She's Ethan's woman," Daniel stepped in to rescue me.
"Ethan's woman?" She raised a brow. "I haven't seen him bring a woman here, though."
I'm the first woman here?
With all the women in his life, I automatically assumed that most of them had already been to his house.
"Welcome to Ethan's place," Leah said with a warm smile.
"It’s a pleasure to be here," I said and turned to Daniel. "I need your help with something."
****
Working with Daniel, I was able to make some breakfast and brought it upstairs. The smell wafted through the air as I got into the room, forcing a lot of them to retreat. The smell of good food stirred Ethan awake. He looked confused at first, but when he found me with his meal, he relaxed.
"Now, I could wake to this forever," he said and sat upright.
"I had help from Daniel," I said as I handed the tray to him.
It was a simple breakfast: toast, sunny-side-up eggs, and crispy bacon along with honey tea. He took in a deep breath and started eating.
"Are you going to the hospital today?" I asked.
"Yeah," he managed to say with his mouth stuffed. "This is actually pretty good."
"Really?"
I raised a brow. I had made them without even tasting anything. He fed me the bacon, and it was as good as I expected.
"Delicious," I remarked. "I didn't even taste anything as I cooked."
"Awfully confident aren't ya?" he smirked.
"Very confident," I replied with a smug look.
"You don't want to come to the hospital today either?" he asked.
"I feel a little better," I said. "I'm sure I can come out."
"You don't have to force yourself," he said. He reached for my stomach and gently caressed it, a proud look on his face.
I loved how eagerly he looked forward to becoming a parent. As a gynecologist, I had gotten my fill of seeing different women panic because their partners didn't want babies. But Ethan's excitement felt childlike. I was content with just watching him poke my stomach and caress me gently.
"I'm not forcing myself, Daddy," I replied. "I'm just three weeks pregnant."
