A MONTH LATER
"Seven months gone, smile."
A camera shutter clicked, and I groaned. "My back is killing me."
"Come here, sweetie." Rio patted the lounge pat, and I waddled away from the balcony and went to sit down, falling into his arms. "How about a massage session tomorrow?"
"Sounds nice," I sighed, and he rubbed my arm gently.
"I'll have Florence put a call through," Rio said while going through the pictures he just took, and I hummed a reply.
We soon fell into silence as the cool Manhattan breeze blew past us, and his phone rang.
"Hello? I'll be there right away," Rio ended the call.
"You have to leave?" I asked, and he exhaled.
"Yes"
"How soon?"
"I have to drop the Indian ambassador off at the airport; her flight is scheduled for past 10, so I have a
