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“Shit, shit, shit,” Alexander muttered, scrambling to grab srags from the supply closet.
| dropped my bag and the crib part on the dresser and rushed to help him. “Don’t worry about it. It's just paint.”
But the paint seemed to have a mind of its own. Within moments of spilling, it had somehow already spread
halfway across the floor and begun to seep into the hardwood.
We spent the next twenty minutes trying to clean up the mess, but somehow we only made it worse.
Every twe thought we had it contained, more paint seemed to appear. Alexander accidentally stepped in it
and tracked green footprints across half the room. | knelt down to scrub at a particularly stubborn spot and
managed to get paint all over my shirt sleeves.
“This is hopeless,” | said with a sigh, wiping sweat from my brow-which only managed to smear more
paint across my forehead. “We're going to need professionals.”
“Or we could just tell everyone the baby’s nursery has a modern art installation,” Alexander said,
gesturing at the abstract green splatters that were now decorating the walls and floor.
| couldn't help it. | snorted, then started laughing, and once | started, | couldn't stop. Maybe it was the stress of
everything that had happened lately, or maybe it was just the ridiculousness of the situation, but something
about the whole thing struckas absolutely hilarious.
“What's so funny?” Alexander tilted his head.
“You,” | said, wiping tears from my eyes. | gestured weakly at him. “You look like shit.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe tips of Alexander's ears reddened. “Hey! | can’t possibly look that bad!” But when he looked down at himself
and saw his paint-covered clothes and skin, his shoulders slumped with defeat. “Yeah, well, you're one to talk.
You've got green paint in your hair.”
| reached up to touch my hair, and sure enough, my fingers caway sticky. “Fuck. How did that even get
there?”
“Blit on the artistic process,” Alexander said, one corner of his mouth lifting.
| giggled again. Everything seemed funnier than it should have been. The paint fumes were pretty strong in the
closed room, and | was starting to feel a little lightheaded.
“You know,” | said, crawling closer to where Alexander was crouched next to the overturned paint bucket, “you're
actually kind of attractive when you're covered in paint.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
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“Very rugged. Like a sexy construction worker.” | reached out and touched his cheek, leaving a small green
handprint. “There. Now you're perfect.”
“Ella, are you feeling alright?”
“I'm feeling fantastic.” And | was, sort of. Everything had a dreamy quality to it, like | was floating just a
few inches above the ground. “Have | ever told you that you have really nice shoulders?”
“l... no. You haven't.”
“Well, you do. Very broad. Very strong.” | leaned closer, breathing in his scent. “I bet you could carry me
anywhere you wanted, even though I'm pregnant.”
Alexander's eyes widened. “Okay, that’s enough paint fumes for you.” He stood up and scoopedinto his
arms before | could protest.
“See?” | said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I knew you could carry me.”
“You're acting strange.”
“I'm acting honest.” | traced a finger along his jaw. “Do you know how long it’s been since we kissed? Really
kissed?”
Alexander didn’t answer, but his jaw ticked under my touch.
“Too long,” | continued. “Way too long. We're married, you know. Married people kiss all the time.”
“Ella...”
“What? Don’t you want to kiss me?” | stuck my lower lip out in a pout. “Am | not pretty enough? Is it because I'm
getting so big with this baby inside of me?”
Shaking his head, he carriedinto our bedroom and setdown on the bed. “I'm calling the doctor.”
“Don’t call the doctor. Call nobody. Just... chere.” | patted the bed beside me. “Sit with me.”
But Alexander was already pulling out his phone, and | felt a stab of frustration lance through my chest. Why
wasn't he paying attention to me? | was practically throwing myself at him, and he was worried about paint
fumes?
“Hi, Dr. Evelyn? It's Alpha Alexander. Yes, | know it’s late. Ella inhaled spaint fumes and she’s acting ...” His
eyes flicked to me. “...Unusual.”
| flopped back against the pillows with a tic sigh. “I'm not unusual. I'm fantastic.”
Alexander shota look that was equal parts amused and concerned. “Can you ctake a look at her?
Just to be safe.”
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