Amelie’s POVOn Sunday morning, I woke up with both Eliza and Biscuit in bed with me. Eliza must have climbed in with me at some point last night. Probably a bad dream or something. I left them both sleeping as I showered and got dressed. I took Biscuit upstairs, then headed down to the kitchen to find Trudy making sausage rolls.“Good morning, Trudy,” I said with a smile. “Thank you so much for switching your days off, so you can look after Eliza today.”“Good morning, Amelie,” Trudy replied. “It’s no trouble at all, dear. Where is our little princess?”“She’s up sleeping in my bed. I think she must have had a bad dream and climbed into bed with me sometime in the night,” I stated.“Oh, poor little dear,” Trudy cooed.I took the orange juice out of the fridge and poured a glass. I took a sip. My stomach churned, and I covered my mouth. I ran to the bathroom and started emptying my stomach into the toilet. Trudy must have seen my mad dash and showed up in the doorway.“Are you ok, Ame
Amelie’s POVI stretched, rolled over, and was greeted by Biscuit's feet up my nose. Please take up ¾ of a king-size bed, you 15 lb fur ball. I giggled to myself. I had always wanted a dog growing up. Nathan has literally made all my dreams come true. Now, it was my turn to make him super happy with the baby news. I could create some elaborate baby announcement for him, but I think just putting his hand on my stomach and telling him would be the best thing.I heard the door open.“Biscuit. Psst… Bickie,” a small voice called.“You can come in, Lizzybug,” I called out.“Mummy, I thought you were still sleeping,” Eliza announced, running into the room and jumping on the bed.”“I’m awake now,” I stated.“I was going to take Bickie upstairs to go potty,” Eliza revealed. “Uncle Dante said he hasn’t been out in a while.”“That’s a great idea,” I said. “I’ll come with you.”We headed up to the roof.“What is all this?” I exclaimed as I saw a mini buffet laid out on the bar.“Well, we thought
Amelie’s POVMovie night was a success. Morgan ended up staying over last night and took off first thing this morning. It’s Saturday morning, and we’re attempting to make cinnamon buns. Attempt is the word. I think there has been more giggling than actual recipe following. Dante came up and crashed our girls' day, because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when Kimmy is rehearsing for her new show. He has Eliza in hysterics right now. I love Eliza’s laugh. It’s so carefree and pure. I will not for one minute regret taking her and Logan in. In fact, I’d like to adopt them before the baby is born. I don’t want to hear comments like ‘now that you have your OWN kids, you won’t have time for the others.’ Eliza and Logan are my kids. They might not have my blood in them, but I will protect them and love them until the end of time.“Amelie,” Dante called me over. “I think we have cinnamon blobs instead of cinnamon buns.”I look down at the pan. Ok, so this is a miserable attempt, but ma
Amelie’s POV“Congratulations again, Amelie,” Dr. Williams said, smiling. “Cecily will give you some pamphlets and a prescription for all your prenatal vitamins. She will also book your next appointment. If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact me.”“Thank you, Dr. Williams,” I replied.I headed out to the front counter.“Amelie, congratulations!” Cecily exclaimed.“Thank you, Cecily,” I responded. “It’s quite a shock, but a happy one.”“You and Dr. Michaels are going to have the best-looking children ever,” Cecily giggled.“My husband does have great genetics,” I laughed.“Oh, sweetie, you are so beautiful, don’t sell yourself short,” Cecily stated. “Here is the prescription for…”The prescription flew off the counter as the door to the office blew open, but no one was there.“My goodness, they really have to fix that door, it happens all the time,” Cecily said, bending over to pick up the piece of paper. “Anyway, here is the prescription for your pren
Amelie’s POV“So, Amelie, what are you doing this weekend while Nathan is away?” Vivian asked.“I’m actually just having a fun day with Eliza tomorrow, and Morgan has her fashion show for the NY Fashion Weekend,” I replied.“I’m attending on Sunday, when are you going?” Vivian asked.“Morgan’s show is Sunday afternoon,” I answered.“Oh, that’s fantastic,” Vivian exclaimed. “Maybe we’ll see each other.”“Maybe,” I responded.My phone rang. It’s Madison. “Sorry, I have to take this call, Vivian,” I advised. “I’ll be right back.”I walked out of the café to the lobby.“Hey, Madison,” I answered.“Hi, Amelie,” she said.“Hi, how are you?” I replied.“I’m doing great. Amelie, I found something out,” Madison stated. “Something huge.”“What?” I asked.“My dad was using the sauna at home, and he forgot his robe,” Madison informed me. “He was walking back to his room when I bumped into him. Amelie, he has a fucking heart tattoo like the one he has on his phone for that woman.”“He does?” I gas
Amelie’s POV“Are you sure you’re going to be ok, just you and Eliza this weekend?” Nathan asked.“Nathan, I have the flu, I’m not dying,” I responded. “Go have fun at the Super Bowl.”“I can stay home,” Nathan stated. “Grandfather can take Zander and Logan.”“Nathaniel Carrington Michaels, don’t you dare stay home!” I scolded him. “Besides, Trudy is staying with us for the time you’re gone. Go have fun, I will see you on Tuesday.”“Phone me if you need anything,” Nathan said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “I mean anything.”I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’ll miss you, too,” I said, looking into his sad grey eyes.“Fuck. Why is it so hard to leave you? Even if it’s just for an extended weekend,” he groaned.“Because our souls are one,” I whispered. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. Nathan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.“Ugh, more smushy stuff,” Logan said from behind us.“Ok, time to go, boys,” I announced.We all hugged our goodbyes, and they were out