Jaffa Cakes

**Nate's POV**
"I can't do this. Kill me now." Allie groaned, her forehead flush against the tile wall beside the loo. She hadn't been able to hold down more than a cracker here and banana there all week and I felt awful for her. I had absolutely no clue how the hell she was going to make it on the eight hour flight back to New York in three days. If she kept up like this, she'd whither away.
I continued rubbing gentle circles against her back, offering the bottle of water I'd brought over. "I can't kill you."
"Why not? You'd get a good inheritance."
"I'd rather have you, actually." She peeked through her closed lids, her flush cheeks rosy.
"Really? Even if I spend the next decade throwing up?" I bit my cheek, trying not to laugh at her exaggeration.
"I don't think it'll be that long, love. Cooper said it usually gets easier in the second trimester." She narrowed her eyes, utterly unamused with my reminder. "But yes, even then." I clarified with a smile.
It wasn't like she always felt sick or anything. We had plenty of times of her feeling fine for us to have fun in the bedroom, but as soon as she'd try to eat, it was hell for her.
"I don't know how this baby expects to grow if it doesn't let me eat. You little parasite, you." She poked at her stomach, a playful scowl on her face.
"Do you need anything? A wash cloth?"
"Actually, I really just want to take off my pants. I feel like I'm melting. It's a damn sauna in here."
"You can do that. Here, let's get you off the floor." Poor girl had been running hot ever since the day she fainted in the bathroom. Even at night she'd end up pushing me as far away from her as possible, usually tossing the blankets off the bed while at it. It probably would've annoyed me if I didn't find it so Goddamn adorable. I loved seeing her change because of our child, aside from her being miserable, of course.
Still, I also knew that her misery was far from over. We soon discovered that the mystery phone call I'd received that led to her collapse was actually her arsehole of a father, wondering where the hell we'd run off to. He refused to speak to me, though, and like the cunning dick he was, used his time to make Allie feel even worse. She agreed to meet with him the day we returned from England, though God knows why he couldn't wait a day or two. For fucks sake, he was a tyrant.
If he thought I'd be letting her enter that office alone, he was sorely mistaken. My bet was that he didn't think Allie would have told me shit about him, but he was wrong. I knew how fucked up of a dad he really was, and that was my wife he hurt. He wasn't going to hurt her anymore.
I lifted Alexandra to her feet while she wiggled and squirmed out of her yoga pants, revealing the sexiest little peach coloured panties. I growled instinctively, but fortunately caught myself before I could lose all control and massage her protruding and excellently displayed arse. But she caught me anyway, smirking at the obvious look of lust in my eyes.
"I feel better now. I think I'll brush my teeth then try to eat again. I'm so fucking tired." She groaned, tucking her loose hair behind her ear before side-stepping me to get to the sink. Three minutes later and she was wiping the water from her lips with a hand towel, avoiding my gaze in the mirror.
"I have an idea. It's a bit weird, though." I offered, shrugging with arms crossed as I leaned against the door frame. It was odd seeing Allie in such a small space. Everywhere she was used to being was so grand and ornate, but here she was, brushing her teeth in a humble London flat. The bathroom as a whole was the size of the shoe closet in the foyer of our place back in New York, yet she still seemed just as comfortable. Yet another reason I loved her. She wasn't snobbish one bit.
"For food?"
"Yea. Why not try the Jaffa Cakes we bought?" Her little nose scrunched in doubt, but I took her hand anyway, leading her down the steps towards the sofa. "Here, sit and I'll grab them. Maybe they'll work." I padded to the cupboard, grabbing the unopened box of treats as well as a bin, just in case it went terribly wrong. Pregnancy gave women bizarre cravings all the time, so it was perfectly plausible that this would be one.
"I'm nervous." She mumbled, scanning the chocolate coated sweet in my hands.
"Why? It won't hurt you." Her adorable glare had me biting my cheek. "Here, just try it." I held it out, making it perfectly clear that I intended to feed it to her personally. She fought her grin as she leaned forward, licking those delectable lips before encasing the sugary delight and taking a modest bite. Damn, she was sexy as hell. If I hadn't been so damn worried about her eating, I'd fuck her right there on the sofa. Her following moan didn't help my dirty thoughts, either.
One of her dainty hands came up to cover her mouth as she chewed, her eyes meeting mine with so much awe that I was almost jealous of the damned thing.
"Oh my God, Nate. That's surprisingly good!"
"Oi, what'd you mean 'surprisingly'? I used to eat these all the time growing up. They're delicious." I turned the remainder of the treat in my fingers, but just as I went to lift it to my lips, my hand was caught.
"I'll take that, thank you." She snatched it before I even got the chance to object, sly little thing. Then, before I could get it back, she finished it with a victorious glint in her eyes. I feigned offense at her behavior.
"Greedy girl."
"Don't look at me like that. You introduced me and now I'm going to get fat off the damn things. Figures the only food I can keep down is a fucking cookie only found on the other side of the planet." She giggled, pulling me down to sit beside her on the couch. In one smooth move, she swung her leg up and over, straddling me carefully as my hands found rest on her beautiful bare thighs. "Alex would be so disappointed." She whispered, her crystal gaze flitting to my lips daringly. My eyes darkened. She was provoking me, but I'd play along.
"Would he, now? Maybe I'll punish you in his place." My fingers trailed to the waistband of her panties and I lifted them, releasing them again to snap against her pale hip. Heat rushed to her face, her hands jutting to my shoulders in surprise.
"He doesn't… I mean, he…"
"I don't want to talk about him. He isn't here." I pulled her closer, so her breasts were pressed gently against me. "Lift your arms." I whispered against her ear, babying the red mark I made.
"Mmm…" She moaned, but just as her arms raised, a soft knock sounded on the front door, calling both of our attention. After a short beat, her eyes met mine. "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know." I shrugged and she climbed off of me. "Head upstairs and I'll see what they want?" She nodded in agreement, padding her way to the wood quickly as I adjusted the front of my jeans. Fuck. Whoever the hell it was better have a good excuse for interrupting.
With one last calming breath, I approached the door, peeking out the glass on top to see who it was. But once I saw the one bold enough to make an impromptu visit, my heart dropped.
What the bloody hell was she doing here?