They walked out of the doctor's office and he took her to a restaurant, where she picked at her food. She was too stressed to eat much at all.
"The doctor said you needed more calories, please eat for the baby's sake," he pleaded with her. She forced herself to eat more, although she had a hard time getting it down her throat.
"I'm going to have to close the shop, it just stresses me out," she finally said.
"Stress isn't good for your condition. You need to let me help you," he told her.
"I know Drew, and I don't need your help," she said.
"You obviously need my help. I'll call a temp agency and get someone in to work the shop, plus you have the new employee you just hired. I'll pay their wages and quit shaking your head at me. You can't be stressed and worried about how to pay them. I'm also going to stay with you for now to make sure you're taking better care of yourself," he said.
She continued to try and argue with him but she may as well have been speaking to a brick wall because he wasn't listening. He led her from the restaurant and made his phone calls and drove her home.
As they stepped into her tiny apartment, he decided he was going to start really searching for a new place. He couldn't stand to stay in the claustrophobic apartment for too long. His child needed more space anyway, with a real yard.
Trinity went in to take a nap and he searched the web for some homes. He found a couple of prospective places, which weren't far from his cousin. He made appointments for that evening and after checking on Trinity, left to go see them.
He fell in love instantly with one of the houses. The home was empty, as the previous owners had lost it. It was bank owned, which made things so much easier for him. It was huge, not quite as big as Derek's but pretty dang close. It had about ten acres of property and a pool. There was even a tennis court. He knew Trinity would love it.
He made a cash offer for the place and used his connections to push things along. He drove back to her place, feeling pretty good about himself.
He'd snagged her keys on his way out and let himself back in. He looked in on her in the bedroom and felt his body tightening. She must have been too warm because she had kicked the covers off and was laying there in her tiny tank top and short shorts. She looked unbelievable and it took everything he had not to join her in the bed and strip those pieces of clothing from her.
Her curves had grown and he wanted to test their weight in his hands. He wanted her so badly he didn't think he could take it much longer. He groaned low in his throat and headed towards her tiny bathroom for an ice cold shower. It didn't help him much.
Drew tried to work in her small kitchen but he couldn't concentrate. He hadn't slept well since the day he'd found out she was pregnant and his eyes were trying to shut on him. He looked over at her couch and wasn't enthusiastic. He peaked back in at her and she was still sound asleep. He decided to damn the consequences and climbed in next to her.
Trinity immediately snuggled up next to him, after he lay down. She may be fighting her attraction for him but in her sleep, her body clearly was seeking him out. He wrapped her in his arms and fell into his first restful sleep in too long.
Chapter Eight
Trinity woke up and attempted to stretch. Something was blocking her, though. Her bed wasn't against the wall so she couldn't figure out why she couldn't move her arms. She opened her eyes and realized she was pressed tightly against Drew.
Her initial thoughts were to grab him and finally relieve the ever increasing pressure that had been building up in her body. Then she began to panic as she thought about taking that step again. She tried to extract herself from his arms without waking him but his arms around her may as well have been iron shackles. He wasn't budging.
"Mmm," he mumbled and his hands started moving over her body. She sucked in a breath as his hands rubbed down her back and over her behind. She tried arching into him but her stomach was in the way. The pressure was building up in her core and she was forgetting her reasons for not making love with the man.
He continued to stroke her, up and down her back and then his hands started to move along her sides and she was holding her breath, waiting for him to reach her aching br**sts. She started to wiggle and she could tell the moment he woke up fully, by the urgency in his touch.
"We shouldn't do this," she tried once.
"We definitely should do this. Please Trinity, I need you," he begged her. She couldn't say no to him. She wanted him so badly and his voice was filled with such need she felt sexy for the first time in forever.
He pushed her onto her back and continued stroking her body up and down. He pulled her shirt off and let out a gasp of pleasure at her larger br**sts. They'd grown a full size in the months since he had last touched her and from his reaction he was pleased by the change.