I take two staggering breaths and close my eyes. I can still feel him, though. His mere presence takes up so much space. I wonder if there will be room for both of us in this bed. Really, it’s three of us sleeping here.
Me, Misha, and his ego.
His shadow falls over me, turning the insides of my eyelids dark. “You’re not upset about the shirt.”
“I’m pregnant,” I snap, grabbing my pendant possessively. “I’m pregnant and I’m nauseous and you keep throwing out all my f*****g clothes! I’m upset about all of it!”
“What have you eaten today?”
My eyes flutter open. He’s still standing over me, staring down at me with his eyebrows knotted together.
“Some toast. A little juice. Pasta for dinner. Although I threw most of it back up again, so I’m not sure any of it counts.”
His lips flatten and
