November 2nd

Once again, I found myself sitting opposite Leo at the kitchen table eating but this time we weren't silent.

"So you've forgiven me?" I asked after we had been discussing ridiculous baby names and pissed ourselves laughing at the concept of calling it Quiche therefore with the surname producing 'Quiche Loren' like the french tart consisting of a pastry crust and an egg, cheese and ham filling.

"Meh," he replied. "I'm done being pissed off but forgiven? No."

I smiled, "I'll take that. So long as you never leave me with Max again. Ever."

"What's so bad about him?" Leo asked his face turning more serious. "You don't get on. Is there more to it?"

I paused for a moment. "No. We just...don't like each other."

I then shifted my gaze down to my food and went silent. I could feel him looking at me, refusing to let it slide.

"Did he do anything?" he asked.

"No," I said quickly. "He's just still annoyed about Maddison and he blames me."

"So he didn't touch you or hurt you in any way?" he asked.

"No," I lied.

"Come here, I want to smell you," he said with a straight face.

"That is not a normal request," I pointed out.

"Ella, just come," he replied beckoning me.

I sighed and put down my fork before making my way around the table to him where he pulled me onto his lap.

He nested his face into the crook of my neck and took a deep inhalation.

"Well, this is perfectly ordinary," I replied.

The longer he meticulously examined my scent, the more nervous I felt. At one point, he suddenly paused and I took a sharp breath in.

"Just soap and shampoo. You don't normally have showers in the morning?" he said wrapping his arms around my waist as I sat on his knees.

He hadn't detected Max's scent. Thank the Goddesses.

"I don't normally vomit in the mornings either," I replied with a slight laugh.

"If there is anything you're worried about, with Max or anything else, you know that you can tell me, right? I'm here to help both you and our baby, okay?" he said.

I nodded, "I know."

We then continued with our dinner.

"Actually, Leo. There is something," I began. His ears pricked up and he immediately directed his attention to me.

"This baby. Promise me that we won't bring it up to be....copy right hot novel pub