Diego’s POV
I stood back in the living room as the doctor examined Kamara. When I saw her back at the restaurant, I knew something was wrong but I didn’t bother pushing forward into it. If she wanted to fake something then she should fake it.
But after I saw her crying in the bathroom, it was more obvious that something was wrong with her, and now pregnancy stress. She was only about nine weeks gone. I have been keeping count.
“You’ve been too strict with her diet. I’m sure you barely let her have whatever she’s craving.” Dave, my personal doctor said, turning to look at me after he examined her.
“What do you mean by that? She and the baby need to be healthy”
“But she also needs to satisfy her cravings to make her a tad bit happier. Are you ready to hear my prescription or not?” He asked, taking a seat while glancing back at Kamara who just sat there, leaning back into the sofa.
“Let’s hear it.”
“From all I’ve gotten from her, she has been stressed, has constant headaches, and her hormones have been all over the place, you just haven’t noticed because you barely pay attention to her.” He explained, flipping through his notes. “I’ll prescribe some medications to help but you need to do your part also.”
“My part?” I asked, raising a brow as I took a seat on the single sofa in the room, watching as he flipped through her file.
“Alright, big guy. For once in your life, I’m prescribing something you won’t feel burdened about more sex.” He said and I could see Kamara sit up as he said this my reaction wasn’t any different but I acted as calm as possible. “Yes, you heard me. Your lady here is stressed. Her body needs it and believe it or not, it’ll also help with the pregnancy.”
“She’s only two months and a week pregnant. Why the hell will she need to have sex?” I frowned, knowing he was either messing with me or getting at something.
He smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Oh, come on man. You’re acting like I just asked you to perform a brain surgery. Look, the pregnancy isn’t just about the baby. It is about her too. Like I said, right now, her hormones are all over the place, and trust me, she needs the stress relief. Plus it helps with blood circulation, helps her sleep better which she hasn’t been, and”
Ha pauses dramatically, then grins. I could tell he was going to say something stupid next.
“let’s not forget your fluids contain prostaglandins that keep everything down there in tip-top shape for later during labor.”
My jaw tightened but Dave’s grin just grew wider like he was enjoying the teasing. Which I really am sure he was enjoying. “You expect me to believe you’re prescribing sex at two months?” I replied in a deadpan tone.
“Hey, I’m not asking you to go full marathon mode, am I? But let’s be real, you’re a mafia boss not a saint, and don’t tell me you’ve been keeping your hands to yourself for over two months now?” He teased again and he just got a glare and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Kamara lean back in her seat, her lip twitching.
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“Which means you’re not opposed to the idea. Do you want a healthy baby? Want a happy lady to help develop your healthy baby? Then do your duty. And Kamara, you can use him as you please. Think of it as payback. It’s the doctor’s orders.” Dave said and I wanted to badly hit him with a bullet but I couldn’t do that.
As if reading my mind, he turned back to me, leaning back smugly. “Hell, if you’re that bothered, think of it as a medical duty. I’ll write it down for you. ‘Prescription – one dose of intimacy as needed.’ Just don’t overdo it and break the poor girl, yeah? Men like you tend to.”
“That’s it,” I growled, pointing a gun at him. “Get the hell out.”
“Alright, alright.” He chuckled, lifting his bags while handing me the prescriptions. I’ll ask Fernando to deliver the medications to you tonight. Try eating something before the intimacy dose.” He called before closing the door behind him.
I badly wanted to hit him but I just let it go, turning back to look at Kamara who still looked occupied in her thoughts. “I’ll make you dinner and you can go to bed,” I said to her, heading towards the kitchen.
The entire house was empty as I’ve ordered the maids and guards out so it was just the two of us. It was awkward but I didn’t care. Bringing out everything I’d use in making something to eat. As I started cooking, I saw her walk into the kitchen, and take a seat on the island.
“Is there anything you’d like to eat?” I asked her and she just stared at me. “What?”
“I thought you’d follow the strict timetable and not ask. I want some roasted beef with lettuce.” She replied, pouring herself a glass of juice and without questioning, I started prepping what she asked for. I didn’t know if I was doing this because Dave asked me to or just because I was still trying to show her my gratitude.
We sat in silence, only the sounds coming from everything cooking filled the room. I placed a plate of roasted beef before her and she dug in without hesitation, looking up at me with a surprised look. “It’s delicious?”
“Even better than the chef’s dishes.” She blurted out but didn’t seem to notice she did as she was still engrossed in the meal. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the grease all over her lips.
“Everything I make is special,” I said, sliding another plate toward her. “You can top it off with all your medications when you’re done.”
She paused looking up at me, skepticism in her gaze.
“You aren’t taking him seriously, are you?” She asked with a frown.
I didn’t know why, but a smirk tugged at my lips. Leaning forward on the island, I rested my chin on my hand, eyes locked on hers.
“If you request for me to be in your bed, I won’t mind.”