The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [156]
Misty was still flat on her back in the bed when he reached her side. “I have a remedy here. First, nibble a few bites of toast…that’s it. No, don’t argue. I promise, it’ll help.”
Crumbs landed on her chest, and he brushed them away. He imagined he’d have to change his sheets more often if this ritual continued, though his mother had claimed the morning sickness usually didn’t last that long. Generally not past the first trimester, and Misty should be about through that.
“Now some hot tea.”
“I hate tea.”
“Tough. It’ll help. And I made this real sweet.”
She sipped carefully while he held her head, then sighed. “Not bad.”
After several minutes of repeating the procedure, she cautiously sat up and smiled. “You’re a miracle worker. I won’t even need to sneak off to the lake.”
Morgan smoothed her hair, thinking she was about the most precious-looking woman first thing in the morning, with her eyes puffy, a crease on her cheek from the pillow. He frowned at himself. “If you ever do want to go to the lake, let me know and I’ll keep you company, okay?”
Instead of answering him, she asked, “You’ve taken care of a lot of pregnant ladies, huh?”
“No, you’re my first. Why?”
“How’d you know the toast and tea would help?”
She was naked under the sheet, which barely kept her nipples concealed. Now that she no longer felt sick, talking required major concentration on his part. “I asked my mother.”
She jumped so hard she spilled her tea. Yep, his sheets were in for a lot of washing.
He eyed the spill on the top sheet and started to pull it away from her before she got soaked, but she gripped it tightly to her chin and glared at him. “You did what?”
She sounded like a frog. “I asked my mother. I figured she had four kids so she had to have had morning sickness, right? She told me what worked for her. And by the way, she sends her love.”
Misty pulled her knees up and dropped her head. “I don’t believe this,” was her muffled complaint.
Morgan smoothed her hair again. He loved her hair, shiny black and silky. Between the two of them, they’d likely have dark-haired children. He wondered if their eyes would be dark blue like his, or vivid blue like Misty’s. It didn’t matter to him one whit. “Will you marry me, Misty?”
She jerked upright and thwacked her skull on the headboard. With a wince, she rubbed her head, then eyed Morgan. “What did you say?”
Damn. Morgan took in her expression of stark disbelief and faltered. Her eyes were narrowed, her pupils dilated. Her soft mouth was pinched tight.
And he was hard again.
“I said,” he muttered through his teeth, “will you marry me?”
“Why?”
Morgan stiffened, and he knew his damn face was heating. He hadn’t blushed since sixth grade! “What the hell do you mean, why?”
She didn’t blink, didn’t look away from him. As if talking to a nitwit, she asked slowly, “Why do you want to marry me?”
A knock on the door saved him from trying to give a stammering reply. He sure as hell hadn’t expected her to answer his proposal with an interrogation. He gave her a glare, waited until she’d pulled the sheet higher, then called out, “Come in.”
Gabe stuck his head in the door. He kept his gaze resolutely on Morgan, and not on Misty. “You have a phone call.”
“Take a message.”
“Uh, Morgan, it’s from out of town. I think you’ll want to take it.”
He could tell by Gabe’s tone who the caller was. Hating the interruption, even while he was relieved by it, he stood. “I’ll be right back.”
Misty nodded, her face almost blank.
He put his hands on his hips. “We’ll finish this conversation when I get off the phone.”
“All right.”
She sounded far from enthusiastic, and he wanted to demand to know how she felt, but knew he’d do better to bide his time. Patience, more often than not, wasn’t his virtue.
He didn’t look at her again as he left the room.
Twenty minutes later he was lounging against the wall outside the hall bathroom when Misty finally emerged, fresh from her shower. She put on her brakes when she saw