Broken_ Broken #1 - A. E. Murphy Page 0,89

but it’s a lot more money than I considered spending on just the heavy furniture.

“You’re sure?” He smiles at my look of shock. “You’re sure.”

Three hours later my ankles have swollen so we make our way to a nearby restaurant to stop for lunch. Nathan hasn’t said much although he insisted on glass bottles for the baby and everything that isn’t made of harmful plastic. I’m not even allowed disposable nappies but I don’t mind the washable ones; they’re pretty easy and last years. They have little poppers instead of Velcro and can be adjusted as the baby sizes up.

He even made me order the wool and water wet wipes, completely toxin and fragrance free.

After a while I let him take over. I wasn’t in any position to argue seeing as he’d done research and I clearly hadn’t. I was happy that at least one of us knew what we were talking about. He won’t even consider me using powdered milk and insists breast is best, which is right but also annoying. I was going to breastfeed anyway but I don’t like being told I have to.

I’m happy with the amount we got and I can’t think of anything else we need right now. Secondly I can’t wait until it’s all delivered and I get to see it set up.

Something else to look forward to.

We’re seated at a table right at the back of the restaurant, out of the view of others. It’s a booth so I have to push the table out to fit inside which is annoying, but I soon cheer up when I see the menu. It’s very diverse and I am starving.

“Ordered enough food?” He jokes, sliding closer to me.

I shake my head. “I want dessert too.”

“Have whatever you want.” He smiles and glances at my stomach. “It’s the only time of your life you have an excuse to eat like a very large man.”

I laugh at this and rest my temple on his shoulder. “You know? I can’t even remember why I was mad at you before.”

His cheek rubs against my hair and I’m instantly reminded of our time on the Ferris wheel. “Good, I don’t like it when you’re mad.”

“Then stop peeing me off.” I tilt my head back and look at him through my lashes. “Reckon you can handle that for more than a few hours?”

“I’ll try,” he responds quietly and presses his lips to my forehead. “You always smell like vanilla.”

Umm… “That’ll be the shampoo I use, and the body lotion.”

“It’s good,” he murmurs. I feel his hand slide onto the cushioned bench between us, his gloved pinkie finger so close to mine I can feel the leather tickling the tiny hairs. My hand moves closer, only slightly,

The waitress comes and for some reason I move away after feeling a pang of guilt for being so close to another man. What is wrong with me?

We fall silent after ordering. Nathan taps away at his phone as I twiddle my thumbs and wait for the food to arrive.

“Oh my god, Nathan?” A high pitched squeal comes from an unknown female with dark wavy hair and a smile wider than the world itself. “When Tracy called…”

Nathan stares at the female for a moment. “Diane?”

“Umm… yes.” She puts her hands on her hips and pouts like an infant. “You do remember me, don’t you?”

“Do you?” I tease him, which earns me a glare.

Her eyes immediately come to me and her smile drops. I’m hardly invisible. “Who’s your friend?”

“None of your concern,” he bites out and leans forward. “Can I help you with anything, Diane?”

I shrink in my seat. This is awkward.

She hesitates for a moment. “No, I just wanted to say hi.”

“And who was it that told you I was here?” He’s definitely irritated.

The waitress chooses this moment to bring out our food. I sit up and thank her in a whisper. She senses the tense atmosphere and quietly slinks away. I don’t blame her. I feel like hiding under the table right now.

“Tracy called; she saw you come in. Though she didn’t mention her.” She nods to me and frowns. I give her a little finger wag and stare at my food. Should I start eating without him? Yes I should.

“Okay, well hello, Diane.” He gives her a pointed look. She just doesn’t get it. “Goodbye, Diane.”

Finally she blinks herself out of her stupor. “Call me.”

“Honestly?” I can feel his anger. Ooh, the waitress brought me sauces in cute little pots. “I could be

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