so as many people want me to reveal zoya's pregnancy to asad, here it it...now i need the feedbacks
chapter 19
"What in the"?" His eyes shot back to her face.
She smiled wryly.
"A kitten? You went and got that little thing to catch a rat?" said Asad incredulously as he watched the creature skitter around a table leg. "I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but you've been suckered"it'll be eaten alive." The kitten turned in response to the deep rumble of his voice.,
"That is my rat," zoya told him. She watched the black tail start to wag even faster as Asad scooped up the kitten in one big hand, and cupped it level with his face, inspecting the small, triangular face with the yellow eyes and tiny white moustache angled crookedly under a black nose.
The kitten suddenly lunged forward and began swiping her piquant little face back and forth against Asad's nose, nuzzling his mouth in between squeaks.
"I think she likes you." zoya laughed as Asad emerged from the flurry of friendliness.
"Why can't she miaow like other cats?"he mumbled critically, still picking fur off his tongue.
"I gave her a name Koshka" She darted him a triumphant look that was met with lowered brows.
"Koshka? You've given her a name already?"
"It"s Russian for cat. "I had to give her something pretty!" she insisted.
"I'm not keeping her"just fostering for a few weeks, until I leave, or find her a home..."
Asad rolled his eyes. "Where have I heard that one before?" "You already have company"me. Not to mention my faithful hound." His mouth took on a malicious curl. "I guess the problem will be solved soon enough. Koshka won't be more than a single gulp for Prince."
zoya gasped, and even though she knew he was joking she protectively snatched up her little charge, cuddling the warm, squirming body into the curve of her neck, laughing softly when a raspy tongue began to lap at the side of her jaw. She didn't notice the bloodshot brown eyes darken with a moody bleakness as Asad watched the tender by play.
"We won't let that big goof get you, will we, Koshka?" she crooned, tickling a white chin and letting small, sharp teeth gnaw at her scratching finger. "Mummy will look after you."
"Foster-mummy," corrected Asad. "You'll get attached" how are you going to feel when you have to give her back?"
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," said zoya, letting the cat scamper free to investigate the hall, jogged by his abrupt tone into remembering that he, too, had been fostered. She hoped that after the horror of his mother"s suicide, he had passed into loving hands, but the indications were unfortunately otherwise. He obviously had no trust in
maternal figures.
"What do you know about caring for a cat?"
"Not much, but I bought a book, and I'm sure it's largely a matter of practical common sense. I have plenty of that," she reminded him.
"She'll shed all over your clothes. You'll hate that."
"Just a few," she said remembering that the cat would not be the only one "Oh, just go write a novel, why don't you?" zoya said, shoving him towards the door.
"Thanks, I think I will." He grinned, his eyes briefly shifting to focus on something in the middle distance. "why are you red? are you blushing?"
But just as she was resigned to having been eclipsed by his soaring imagination his gaze focused back on zoya's flustered face, and he hooked her around the waist, arching her body back over his arm for a long, lush, lascivious kiss. He hadn't shaved or showered"he must have staggered straight out of the house from his bed"but zoya loved the sexy scrape of his jaw and the earthy male ripeness exuded by his hard body beneath the rumpled clothes. It made her think of long, sweaty nights of passionate exuberance and torrid delights.
"You said you haven't been with anyone but me since we met," he murmured, his warm breath feeding into her mouth as he reminded her of the words she had blurted out last night. "Was that true?"
"Of course it's true," she sighed, knowing that to deny it now would be a gross self-betrayal.
"Quite a pair, aren't we?" She felt his smile shape her lips. "Free to do what we please"and what we do is please each other so well that celibacy becomes an active pleasure when we're apart." He broke away from her mouth and saluted her stunned brow with a departing kiss. "I didn't stop looking at other women the night we met, but I certainly stopped wanting them"it's surprising how sexy a stretch of celibacy can be when you know what's waiting for you at the other end, or should I say who...?"
Having made his stupendous admission with breath-taking nonchalance, he cruised out the door, careful to close it.
zoya felt winded"and perversely betrayed. Her proud portrayal of serene indifference to all the gossip and rumours about other women had been a wasted effort. Asad had been faithful to their relationship despite the no-strings caveat he himself had insisted upon. For months...years...she had forced herself to accept his tacit policy of "don't ask, don't tell" when there had been nothing for Asad to tell!
She wasn't in the least surprised when she didn't see him for another day, and when he did reappear he made no refer ence to their previous conversation, dropping back into the safe realm of daily walks, teasing arguments and sexy banter and the occasional shared meal. There was a new physical awareness between them, however, unrelated to sexual tension that was always there in the background, and zoya knew that the next step was hers to take. She was in no hurry to make it, knowing that it could destroy the painstaking trust that they had been slowly building up, and take him away from her for ever. From attempting to seduce her at every turn, Asad was now playing a waiting game and she was slightly chagrined to recognise that she had half wanted him to take the decision out of her hands and use his sexual dominance to force her to tell him what he needed to know.
Asad continued to also hold himself aloof from Koshka's eager pursuit of his affections and after a few days of keeping the cat indoors, zoya was amused to see Prince as disdainful as his master of this pretender to the throne of her attention.
Later zoya decided to laze around a bit. She was carrying her sun-lounger, book and water bottle down the verandah steps when a glossy black ball of light ning shot out of the house behind her and streaked between her feet, tripping her up and pitching her head first down the stairs. Her flailing hand made a frantic grab for the wooden hand-rail, but only her fingernails made painful contact with the splintered paint, throwing her at an angle over the side of the steps. Seeing the rocky garden edge looming up she desperately tried to twist and protectively curl up her body, missing the rocks but landing heavily on top of the metal bar of the sun-lounger, which had hit the ground sideways, un folding as it fell.
She lay, dazed and breathless in a tangle of bent metal and canvas, the bar that had painfully folded her in two still jammed into her bare abdomen. It took her several attempts to struggle free but she eventually managed to roll over onto her back, weakly pushing away the wreckage of the lounger, wincing at the long scrapes she could feel on her hip, elbow
and thigh. Her bikini top had been dislodged and she twisted it back into place, tiny beads of perspiration jumping out on her forehead as she became aware of an ominous, cramping pain low in her belly.
Koshka returned to nuzzle at the shiny pool of hair flared out around her head, and discover the delicious, salty moisture at her temples, and zoya raised her head to escape the gentle rasp of her abrasive tongue, bracing herself on one arm to start pushing herself upright.
Then a big hand was there, cupping her neck, a strong arm supporting her shoulders.
"My God, zoya"that bloody cat! I had the shutters open" I saw the whole thing. You could have broken your neck!" Asad knelt down beside her, shooing Koshka away as he helped her sit up, curving her against his supporting chest, brushing the dirt and grass clippings from her damaged side, anxiously tilting up her white face and examining her dazed eyes beneath the damp fringe sticking to her forehead, looking rather grey-faced himself. "Just sit here for a moment; don't try to get up until you feel a bit steadier," he said huskily. "A knock like that can really take it out of you. Thank God you fell on that lounger and not on your head. Anything broken, you think?"
"No..." It was as much an answer as a thread of protest as he gently unfolded the arm that zoya had tucked protectively across her middle.
"Shall I carry you inside?"
"No, I want to stand up...I need to stand up," she insisted shakily, hoping against hope that when she stretched out she would find that she was just experiencing a muscular spasm from the shock of the fall.
Murmuring reassurances, Asad helped her to her feet, letting her lean on him as she tested her ankles and gingerly flexed her shoulders and wrists. To her relief the pulling pain in her stomach started to fade away, just as she"d hoped it would, once the blood started pumping freely around her ex tremities again.
They took it very slowly going back up the stairs, and when she limped back inside the house Asad made her lie down on the couch for a few minutes with her feet propped on a cushion. She accepted an offer of sweet tea when the al ternative seemed to be having him hover over her or pace up and down. When Koshka wandered back inside innocent of all the commotion she had caused, zoya petted her forgivingly as she sipped her tea, covering the little ears to block out Asad's dark threats of discipline.
When she felt a little less fragile, she persuaded him to let her go and pull on a tee shirt over her bikini, but when she emerged from her bedroom she was white-faced again, fully dressed, wearing shoes, and carrying her purse.
"I think you'd better take me to the doctor," she said thinly to Asad, who was standing in the kitchen stirring sugar into a mug of tea for himself.
"Why? What's the matter?" He put the mug down abruptly and strode over. Before he reached her side she went even paler, biting her lip and blinking hard as she dropped her purse and pressed both hands to her stomach.
"Oh, God"" she choked.
"What is it?" He slid his hands over the top of hers, feeling their icy tremor, fearing she was sliding into delayed shock. "Come on, zoya, tell me," he ordered harshly, to jolt her consciousness. "Don't fade out on me"do you think you've hurt something inside?"
"Yes." She looked at him, her silver eyes wild and tormented. "The baby...I think something's happening to the baby!" She caught her breath on a frightened sob. "I feel this pain in my side and all around my middle, like a tearing...I think I must have hurt my baby when I fell. Oh, God, what if I"m losing it? I don"t want to lose my baby""
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