"His" (Book 2 Of The Williams Series)

CHAPTER 20: Her Mother

Camilla Cortes' Point of View:

Someone was placing open mouthed kisses on my neck. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at Luke who was now staring at me. I couldn't believe that this man who looked as if he were sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves, was in love with me.

"Good morning," he grinned at me showing his pearly white teeth. 

"Morning," I smiled "I like waking up next to you"

"I like having you next to me all the time," he pecked my lips. I swore my heart fluttered around in my chest.

He suddenly looked shy as he looked down at my hands that were now entwined with his. 

"Hey, what is it?" I asked him.

"Will you move in with me?" he blurted out.

"You want me to move in with you?" I asked him just to make sure I heard him right.

"Yeah," he ran a hand through his hair "you don't have to say yes"

"Of course I'll move in with you," I was delighted that he even asked me. 

He smiled brighter than I've ever seen and kissed me on the lips. He trailed kisses down my bod and stopped directly in front of my belly. He ran his hand over my tummy before placing a gentle kiss on it. His smile was infectious as he looked up at me and I couldn't help but think that he would make a great father. 

My stomach growled and a blush crept up on my face when Luke laughed, "go freshen up while I make you breakfast"

"Okay," he walked out of the room and I got up and grabbed my essentials from my bag. 

I quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. After showering I dried off and got dressed. I grabbed my toothbrush and brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror my hair was an absolute mess its a wonder that Luke didn't say anything about it. I grabbed a hair tie and gathered all my hair to the top of my head I secured it with the scrunchie and made a slightly messy bun. I went downstairs to look for Luke. 

I walked into the dining room and there he was setting down the plates with food. He smiled at me and walked back into the kitchen. I sat down in one of the chairs my mouth practically salivating at the sight of the food.

"Do you need any help?" I called out to him as I stared at the food.

"I'm good," he said as he walked into the room with a pot of coffee.

"Crap," I mumbled as I jumped up from my seat clasping a hand to my mouth and hoping desperately that I wouldn't throw up.

"Get that away from me," I begged him as I covered my mouth once again.

He looked down at the coffee in his hands confused but did what I asked nonetheless. A few seconds later he walked back into the room empty handed. I let out a sigh of relief which he pick up on.

"Want to tell me what that was about?" he wrapped a hand around my waist.

"I'm sorry I should've known you'd make coffee," I sighed "the smell of coffee makes me sick to my stomach"

"Oh," he said with a look of understanding as he rubbed my belly "he doesn't like it"

I laughed at how he just assumed that it was a boy, "yeah so no coffee for me, I shouldn't be drinking it anyway" I pouted. 

"I can make you something else," he offered sweetly.

"Can you make me some hot chocolate?" I requested.