Deanna's POV:
He shut me down immediately, and my rebellious streak flared up at once. I lifted my chin and complained to him.
"Ever since I got pregnant, I haven't had drinks, coffee, or tea at all. Do you know how miserable it is to watch my coworkers order coffee every afternoon? It's just one ice cream, and you still won't let me have it. You really do love the baby more than me."
Luis's tone softened instantly. "Piggy, can we be fair? I love the baby because I love you."
"Then are you letting me eat it or not?"
Luis pressed his lips together, then made a phone call and got straight to the point.
"Can pregnant women eat ice cream?"
On the other end, Erik's lazy voice came through. "Deanna wants some, doesn't she? A little is fine, just not too much."
Other people Google it.
But this Alpha has his own private doctor.
So I picked a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
At last, I got my first bite of ice cream in four months.
It wasn't that I desperately wanted it.
It's just that when you're told you can't have something, you want to taste it even more.
This damn rebellious psychology.
I ate my ice cream and walked ahead of Luis, the corner of my mouth lifting unconsciously.
Suddenly, Luis took a long step forward, wrapped an arm around my waist, looked at me gently, reached out, and lightly wiped away a smudge of cream at the corner of my lips.
Feeling the warmth of his fingertips, my cheeks heated up without my consent.
After we finished wandering around, we got back into the car.
Luis lounged in the driver's seat. It was probably warm, so he undid two buttons on his shirt cuff. One hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. "Can we go home now, my Luna?"
When he said that, I thought again of the photos and asked meaningfully, "Go where?"
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