Killian Teague: Part 12

I sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised.

Now I realise how foolish I was before.

“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”

“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?”

Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it.

Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”