“I’m good. Devin will get it home for me.” I give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for helping me feed my addiction.”

“It was fun. Plus, that lunch was amazing.” We both let out moans thinking about it. One of my favorite things about living in a big city is how many places there are to eat. This works great for all the random cravings I have.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever eat again.” I still can’t believe we had three entrees and three desserts.

“Right,” Jenna laughs.

I laugh with her because I know it’s a bunch of crap and I’ll be hungry in a few hours. Devin might even want to order lunch when I get up to his office. It would be rude not to eat with my husband. It’s the wifely thing to do.

“I’ll see you later.” I carry all my bags toward Devin’s office building, but MJ beats me to the door and opens it for me.

“Thanks.” I don’t know how she’s so fast. Sometimes I don’t even see her.

“You sure I can’t help you with those?”

“I’ve got it.” She follows me into the building. “You didn’t tell him I was coming, did you? I wanted to surprise him.”

“Nope.” She hits the button on the elevator for me and I step on. After that she walks back to the front desk to hang out with the security guards like she usually does when I come to see Devin.

Devin’s a little edgy after everything that happened. He said a bodyguard would make him feel better, at least for a while. I didn’t really mind either way and then MJ grew on me. It’s nice having her around and it makes my husband feel better when I’m running around the city.

When the elevator opens, Nicole pops up from the receptionist desk. “Mrs. Meade, let me help you with that.”

“I promise, I’ve got it.” No one thinks a pregnant woman can carry anything.

“Okay, he’s in his office.”

“In a meeting?”

“Yeah, but it should have wrapped up ten minutes ago so I’m sure they’ll be done any second.”


“Oh, by the way, there’s cupcakes in the breakroom. You can grab some while you wait.”

I let out a long sigh. I can never say no to a cupcake. It doesn’t matter how full I already am.

“Did you make them?”

“Yep. The purple ones are buttercream.”

“God, I love you.” She laughs as she sits back down at her desk.

I walk into Devin’s office, which happens to be the same way the breakroom is. When I walk into the small kitchen, it’s empty, which means no one will have to witness this cupcake murder. I put my bags down on the floor next to me then pick one up and take a huge bite.

“Hi there.” I turn to look towards the door and there’s a man in a suit standing there. His hair is slicked back, and I know he doesn’t work here, unless he’s new. “You work here?” he asks me, and I shake my head no as I swallow the food in my mouth.

“No, I don’t work here.” I’m in overalls, a small tee, and sneakers. There’s no mistaking that I don’t work here. I shove the rest of the cupcake into my mouth and the man laughs as he comes into the break room.

“You ate that in two bites. I’m impressed.”

“You can have one if you want. The pink ones up front are the best.” It’s a lie, but I’m pregnant and we’re talking about cupcakes here.

“That’s sweet of you, but I think there’s something else I’d like to eat.”

I glance over at the table but don’t see any other food. It’s not like me to miss something like that. I wonder if Devin got takeout from that Indian restaurant next door and my stomach rumbles.

“You’ve got some icing here.” He reaches up to touch my face, but before he can make contact a hand snatches his wrist.

“Did you just say you wanted to eat my pregnant wife?” Devin growls.

“Me?” I point to myself and look around. Oh, that’s what he meant.

“I didn’t know she was yours.” He tries to free his hand from Devin’s grip, but I see the white in my husband’s knuckles.

“It doesn’t fucking matter whose wife she is with the way you were leering at her breasts.”

I look down and realize if you’re taller than me you have a pretty good view down my shirt. They really have already gotten bigger and can be a fight to control.

“I’m sorry,” the man rushes to say as his eyes widen. I should probably step in here.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to my wife.” He starts to look my way, but Devin snaps. “Don’t look at her, you keep your eyes on me.”

I bite my lip so I don’t laugh.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says to Devin, and after a moment he lets him go.

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