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All excitement and joy vanished from Suzanne when she saw the food lying on her plate. It wasn't that the fish wasn't to her liking, but she was definitely looking forward to that lasagna.

For a moment she felt upset, even sad.

How could something like this happen to her? Why had he changed the menu that night?

“You don't like it?” Nathan asked, who had been looking at her attentively.

“Yes, it's just that I was expecting something else," he grimaced.

“Well, I took the liberty of ordering this, but I promise that tomorrow we will have whatever you want for dinner.”

She nodded, smiling, trying not to let her disappointment show. She didn't want that stupid fish, but the lasagna she craved.

She tasted the food, but as soon as she had eaten it, a horrible nausea came over her.

Nathan noticed her change immediately.

“What is it?”

She did not answer, because she was running to the first bathroom she saw nearby.

Nathan followed her in anguish and tried to enter the bathroom, but it was blocked. From outside he heard her vomiting, he knocked several times but she did not open the door.

When the door opened, he rushed to hold her when he saw how pale she was. He took her in his arms and carried her to his room, there he gently laid her down.

“I'll call Jules.”

“No, Nathan," she stopped him by the arm. “I'm fine.”

“But you're pale and you just threw up what little you ate," he looked at her worriedly.

“I'm fine," she insisted.

“What if the disease comes back? Jules had said that vomiting was part of the symptoms,” he looked so worried that she felt bad for not being able to tell him the truth.

“It's the first time it's happened to me since we left the doctor's office," she lied. “Something I ate at lunch must have made me sick, I'm really fine, there's nothing to worry about. Now I just want to get some sleep.”

“Okay, but if this happens again, we'll go to the clinic immediately," he said with a warning tone.

“I promise we will.”

Nathan lay down next to her and cradled her in his strong arms.

Suzanne woke up in the middle of the night, sat up in bed and her stomach rumbled in protest. Nathan woke up when he felt that she was no longer in his arms.

“Are you unwell?” He asked, holding her in his arms again.

“No.”

“So?”

“It's... that... I…”

“Baby, what's wrong? Why are you so nervous, did you have a nightmare?”

“No…”

“Suzanne," he grunted.

“I'm just embarrassed to say it," she felt her cheeks burn.

“Honey, whatever it is, you mustn't be ashamed," he said softly, stroking her cheek. “Tell me what's wrong.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but the growling in her stomach gave her away.

“So that's what it was," he said, amused.

“Nathan," Suzie protested. “It's not funny.”

“Not at all. Wait here, I'll make some chicken sandwiches," he smiled at her. “It's understandable that you're hungry, you didn't have any dinner.”

“Neither did you.”

“Mmm, then we'll do it now.”

“It's crazy, it's the middle of the night.”

“What difference does it make?” He shrugged his shoulders. “If you're hungry you should eat, no matter what time it is.”

He left and she was left thinking how amazing it was when he was so affectionate with her, he seemed to be a completely different man.

When he returned, they both ate to their hearts' content and Suzanne was thankful that the nausea hadn't set in just then.

She would have to be more careful now if she didn't want to be discovered.

…

“Where do you think you are going?,” he asked, as he saw her coming down the stairs at that time of the morning.

She looked beautiful in that loose-fitting dress, even as he looked at her, he thought he saw her breasts getting bigger.

Suzanne had gained a few pounds in the three weeks she had been on bed rest, but he didn't care. With or without those extra pounds, she was beautiful in his eyes.

“I'm going back to work.”

“But Suzie, you still look a little pale," he insisted.

“It's because a certain someone won't even let me out in the yard," she protested sulkily.

“That's slander, you don't have the energy to go to work yet," Nathan said unhappily.

“But I do have enough energy to make love to you every night, don't I?” She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement.

“Well, then I'll take you," he commented resignedly.

She smiled victoriously and moved closer to him, kissing him fleetingly.

“Nathan," she protested as he sat her on his lap to continue the kiss, which was by no means short.

She got up from his lap with bated breath. She looked into his eyes and immediately recognized that look.

“Oh no, Strong!” She frowned. “There's no time for that, we'll be late.”

“What does it matter? I'm the owner and I can arrive at any time I want, baby," he said amused.

“Well said, you're the owner, but I'm just an employee like everyone else and I can't be late for work," she pursed her lips.

“You are not like the others, you are the owner's wife, therefore, you can also do as you please," he said, waggling his eyebrows quickly.

She took a step back as he stood up from his seat.

“No," she shrieked as he lifted her up in his arms. “Nathan, you're being unreasonable," she reproached him with amusement.

“Tell that to my friend down here, he's the one who doesn't understand," he laughed.

“Pervert!”

“Mmm, so far I haven't had any complaints from you," he mocked.

“Strong," she tapped his shoulder playfully.

As soon as the door to the room was closed, their clothes disappeared as quickly as possible, unleashing an incredible passion that only grew between them.