Free Pregnant with the Prince's Child by Raye Morgan

decisions. “But, if it was prescribed for you… It keeps you still and that is what we want.”
    “If the pain gets too bad, I’ll let you know. I’m not a masochist. But for the first time in weeks my mind is clearing and I can think things through again. I no longer feel as though demons were flying around in my head.”
    She sighed. “Sober is always better.” She admitted.
    “Anything that’s an antibiotic or something I need directly in order to heal, I will gladly take. Medication just to keep me drowsy, or even just to deal with pain, I’d rather hold off on that until I really need it. I’ve been under heavy sedation too much lately. I don’t want to go there again.”
    He was firm on this. She could tell he wasn’t going to budge an inch. Sighing, she sat down again.
    “Then please, please just stay quiet,” she told him earnestly. “At least until you see the doctor tomorrow.”
    He nodded, but he wasn’t all that convincing. She was having a hard time herself. The way they had been on their little expedition around the house had brought up memories of how they’d been when they were in love. And then to think that her family had caused his family such pain—that alone should make a relationship between the two of them a no-go at this point. It would never, never work again.
    “Are you hungry?” she asked, needing to leave the room and looking for an excuse.
    “A little.”
    “You should eat something.” She frowned, thinking it was important even as a hedge against the very drugs he wanted to avoid. If Kylos came back and talked him into taking more medication, it would help if he had some food in his stomach. “Do you want me to warm up some more of that chicken soup?”
    He shook his head, making a face.
    “I know.” She brightened as she remembered. “I’ll go make you a cheese omelet. Your favorite.”
    He looked at her in surprise. “How did you know that was my favorite?”
    She stopped, stunned that she’d made a mistake like that. For just a moment, she couldn’t think of a thing to say and she stared at him, deer in the headlights.
    “I…I didn’t,” she finally improvised. “But I assume eggs and cheese are bound to be in the refrigerator, even if nothing else is. So I thought I’d go with that.”
    He was still frowning at her. She gave him a bright smile and left the room, leaning against the wall in the hallway once she was clear and trying to catch her breath. That had been a clumsy move. She was going to have to do better than that if she was going to survive this little adventure.
    But wait. Just how long did she plan to let this masquerade go? She knew she couldn’t leave until someone else came to watch over him, but once that happened, was she going to leave at last? Shaking her head, she headed to the kitchen. She had no answer for her own questions.
    She walked into the kitchen and looked around, hoping she wasn’t going to run into the so-called cook. She was lucky. There was no sign of anyone. But she was cooking the omelet when Kylos came in through the outer door. He immediately threw out his hands like a gunfighter showing he wasn’t near his guns.
    “Hey, babe, I’m not going to scare you this time. So no fair trying to take me down, okay?”
    “No problem,” she said as she flipped the perfectly cooked omelet onto a porcelain plate. “As long as you come in peace, I’ll be peaceful.”
    “I just got back from taking the cook home.” He looked at the food appreciatively and sniffed the air. “Hey, can you make me one of those?”
    She gave him a look. “Do you have shrapnel wounds all over your back?” she asked.
    He looked pained. “You know the answer to that.”
    “Then you know my answer as well.” But she said it loud and clear, just to be sure. “No.”
    He took it calmly and sighed as she walked past with the plate in her hand. “Pity,” he muttered. “Hey, we need to talk.”
    But she just kept going. Now that Mykal had