solely use the lobster tail, he included the less glamorous parts of the animal—knuckles, claws and legs—transforming these luscious scraps into a flavor-packed filling. Then, he poached them in a rich lobster stock. Fresh basil perfumed each ounce of meat. Tomato chutney provided the perfect bed for these little pillows of perfection.
Due to our celebrating, I had Pavel tell him to make that dish.
The baby deserved the best.
By the time my mouse left the bathroom dressed in red silk pajamas and fuzzy slippers, our celebratory lunch had been served.
“Wow.” She strolled to the bed. Harlem barked and nipped at her feet, begging to be picked up. She laughed at him. “I have to eat baby. Then, we will play.”
I frowned at the little creature. “No one is playing today. Emily has to rest.”
“I’m well-rested, Kaz. All I did was go to the doctor.”
“That could be considered strenuous.”
“I arrived in a limo. In New York, I’ve seen pregnant women on the train, hauling shopping bags. In fact, Max and I have helped a lot of them out, carrying their bags and walking them to their house. Of course. That was the few women who didn’t think we were going to steal from them.” She grinned. “We were a pair of raggedy looking kids.”
“What about Darryl? Wouldn’t he have been with you.”
“Darryl wasn’t going to carry any bags, not even his own. My point was that if we helped the women, maybe they would give us a dollar or something.” She sat down on the bed. “Usually they did. Most made us a sandwich.”
“That was nice of them, but they could have given you more. Two dirty kids on the street. More should have been done.”
“It’s New York. There’s a lot of those sort of kids. And some of those kids. . .would have tried to rape, steal, or kill them. Unfortunately, you can’t let everyone into your house.”
I nodded, picked up the picture of lemonade, and poured her a glass. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” She took it and had a sip. “What is lunch? It smells so damn good.”
“Friedrich’s special. Lobster ravioli.”
She set the glass on the desk. “Oh, it’s on. I love lobster.”
“Then, you’ll have it every day.”
She laughed. “Will you be spoiling the baby and me?”
“Yes. I have serious plans.”
She picked up her fork, split one of the big ravioli in half, and ate it. “Mmmhmm.”
Her enjoyment brought my cock to life.
Relax.
The doctor advised us to wait a short period of time before having sex again. All miscarriage-related bleeding had to stop. He said that this usually happened within two weeks. We had to make sure any cramping and pain ceased. And of course it would be up to my mouse, when she wanted me back inside her. Although we had a baby on the way, we had lost another.
For me the heartache remained, but gratitude and happiness had come, swelling in my chest. Hopefully, those later emotions would only be inside of me.
Finishing the other half of the ravioli, she licked her lips. “Are you going to eat yours?”
“I’m too excited to eat.”
Harlem stood on the edge of the bed with his paws pressing on the side and his tail wagging.
Emily smiled. “You can’t eat this, buddy.”
I gestured to the corner. “And he’s already ate. Friedrich brought Harlem his lunch.”
She looked in that direction. “What a proper set up for a puppy?”
I checked. Friedrich had put down a wooden tray in the corner. A porcelain dish sat on it next to a silver bowl of water. Big chunks of sirloin and fat lay in the dish. It was a meal for a royal dog.
Harlem barked at Emily as she ate another piece of ravioli.
I turned to him and frowned.
Whimpering, he lowered and disappeared out of sight.
“He’s afraid of you.” She cut a slice of the other ravioli.
“No. He just knows I’m the alpha in our family.”
“You used to have dogs?”
“Yes. When I lived in Prague at my uncle’s castle. I had three Siberian huskies. Uncle Igor got them for me so I wouldn’t miss home or my father too much.”
“Siberian huskies. Those are beautiful dogs.”
“A perfect breed. Thick coats. Striking blue eyes. Wolf-like in every way. And very intelligent dogs. Mine loved to escape the castle grounds and venture out into the surrounding village, causing mischief. Not only did my uncle have to order more stones be put on the top of the wall, a fence was sunken several feet within the ground.”
“They sound as bad as you.”
“Yes.