I slide my hand under the water and stroke my still-flat stomach. “Are you a little girl, hm? Is that why I haven’t been as sick?”
I’m hesitant to say my morning sickness is over since it’s still so early—and lest some goddess of fertility somewhere notices my lack of suffering and hits me with the kind of all-day, nonstop nausea I had with Dante—but the vomiting peaked and waned in a matter of a week. I haven’t been nauseous at all recently. The only n****e tenderness I’ve had has had a very direct link to Mikhail and all the naughty things he does to me when it gets late and we’re alone.
He’s been so gentle with Dante. I don’t know exactly what happened between them while I was away, but I noticed a little tension between them when I first got back. Dante kept checking to make sure I w
