My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 58

"Yeah, I even wore the ring today." I look down as my eyes grow heavier.

"It suits you."

"Hold on," he leans in. I know he can tell my eyes are watering, what I don't know is what he'll say next. "There's an eyelash poking your eye, it's annoying me and I know damn well you can feel it." He raises a hand to take out and invisible eyelash. "You have to blink it out."

One blink and two trails run down my face, I wipe them as fast at they came. "Thanks."

At the end of the day I wait for Saint at the councillors office as he went later on in the day. I watch the closed door as people start to pour out.

Finally he sets out and spots me through the crowd, within a few seconds he's towering over me then leans in to peck my lips lightly, I let the softness press down on me but don't react.

"I didn't take to long did I?" He takes my hand and starts to pull me forth towards the main entrance. He looks back at my silence. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I avoid his eyes looking out at everyone making their way home. "Why wouldn't I be?" He gives me a sceptical look before turning into the parking lot.

"Do we need anything before we go home?" He opens my car door for me and I shake my head getting in.

I don't know what to expect, if he did want Bella over yesterday night he isn't giving me much to work with, all I have is Tomas' word. It's enough to make me speculate though.

I don't bring it up, watching the days pass by me, and also watching Saint. He's as normal as he can be, I don't catch him staring or lingering stares at Bella, I don't catch him in the shadows with her, no secret rendezvous, nothing.

Maybe I was overreacting, everything was sprung on me and I thought the worst, nothing has changed, nothing had to change, but the nagging in the back of my head tell me otherwise. I should know better, I know better.

For a clear mind, I go back to my parents house for a weekend and help around as a distraction, I'm too busy to even think about Saint which is good, I need that.

I don't mind the changing diapers, or Nathan's nonstop crying, not for the short time.

"Nadia!" My dad calls making me look away form a sleeping Nathan I just rocked to sleep, I start to move to his crib before settling him down, carful not to wake up, then I make my way to my father.