Chapter 95 – Returning the Favor

Ella

“Bed rest?” I repeat, glancing nervously at Sinclair. “You mean until the baby comes?”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything quite that extreme yet.” The doctor replies with a kind smile, “For now let’s start with a few weeks. Beyond that we can take it as it comes.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Sinclair inquires, his large body looming over me. His heat, which sometimes reminds me too much of a blazing furnace when we’re curled in bed together, is a welcome balm now, washing over me in a tide of cozy comfort. “She can’t get out of bed at all?”

“No, it’s not that severe.” The doctor assures us. “Ella can get up to go to the restroom, or move around to switch positions. She can take two short walks every day – one in the morning, one in the evening but no more than twenty minutes and if you find yourself getting tired or overwhelmed before then, you need to stop. Absolutely no stairs or physical exertion though, and no standing for more than twenty minutes at a time – for any reason.”

My heart sinks, and I try not to let my disappointment show. It’s not the end of the world after all, it just means I’m going to be a bit bored. “Do I have to be completely on my back, or is sitting up okay?”

“Choose whatever position is most comfortable for you.” He continues, looking back and forth between us. “More importantly, no stress whether you’re in bed, on the couch, or wherever you choose. That means no campaign events, no excitement.”

“And if she does get excited, despite our efforts?” Sinclair inquires, an odd note in his voice.

case of emergencies, and while I would advise you keep sexual activity to a minimum, if the tension

that what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand

best stress relievers. The little voice

Goddess, when was the last time I had one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to get some relief from the fire he keeps constantly

would be nice to have one you didn’t give yourself. The voice

first, I snort. Mike is the only man I’ve ever been with, and he’d never seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed sex for the intimacy, and though it always felt good, orgasms had

he could give me if I would only succumb to his charms. His words the day of the ball – after the incident, as I’ve decided to call it – ring in my mind: Now,

hungry expression he’s wearing makes me worry that my expression is giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort yes, but also

short notice. Can I take her home now?” He asks

I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We

doesn’t acknowledge my words. He looks back to the OB, who smiles warmly, “she’s free to go as soon as I write this prescription. I’ll come and check on her the day after tomorrow, but call me if anything

like I’m

you’re in good hands.” The doctor replies, completely unphased by my petulant words.

notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not

knows I’m asking out of concern, not

my ear. “Today was horrible.” He says, his voice like gravel, “every last

okay, though.” I answer softly. “And so is the baby – this is

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