You guys are such needy beings smh. 

JK, anyways, here's another chapter. 

Enjoy!

Mila's POV

I could feel fingers dancing along my skin as I turned over in bed. 

Something warm brushed against my legs and I shuddered at the feeling. 

"Morning," I heard Ajax's deep voice say, a hand running through my hair. 

I hummed in response, pushing my head into the crook of his neck.

"Sleep well?" he asked, wrapping an arm around my waist. 

I nodded, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his muscular body. 

"You look like you're feeling much better. Your face is looking less pale."

"I feel better. I think I needed a good nights rest," I replied, still laying with my eyes closed. 

A few moments later, I opened one eye. Ajax gazed at me with a lazy smile on his face. The same smile that made me fall in love with him. 

"Don't you have work?"

"I asked if I could work from home. It took a bit of negotiating, but he gave me the day off and work from home for the rest of the week."

I couldn't hide the smile that tugged at my lips. Ajax chuckled giving me a long kiss. 

His fingers continued to draw circles on my skin, gently pushing my shirt up. I grabbed his hands as they traced patterns on my stomach. 

"Stop, that tickles," I laughed, pushing his hands away. 

"Oh really?" he smirked, moving to hover over me. 

"Does this tickle?" he asked, placing a wet kiss on my collarbone and blowing air over it. 

I giggled at the sensation, pushing his messy head of hair away from me. He straddled my hips, pouting as he pulled away. 

"You're mean," he huffed. 

"Sure," I rolled my eyes. 

He smirked mischievously, before tickling my sides again. 

"Ajax! S-Stop! I can't breathe!" I gasped between laughs. 

It was all fun and games until the same uneasy feeling came over me. 

"Stop," I repeated, and his hands immediately fell to his side. He noticed the change in my tone and realized something was wrong. 

Shoving the blankets off the bed, I ran towards the bathroom where I threw up yet again. 

I felt my hair move away from my face as Ajax tied it with a hairtie. I was crying and throwing up at the same time, making it hard to breathe. 

"Shhh, Mila you need to calm down. I'm here. Just let everything out of your system."

He knew I hated throwing up. I even stopped drinking excessively so I wouldn't have to experience the disgusting sensation. 

By the time I had calmed down, my throat felt raw. My body was shaking as I slowly stood up. I could almost feel the fear radiating off of Ajax as he stood behind me. 

He disappeared for a few moments whilst I freshened up and flopped back onto the bed. 

"Here, you need to eat something nutritious."

He handed me a tray with fruit, orange juice, and eggs. 

I frowned, staring at the eggs. The smell was making me nauseous again. 

Ajax sighed, sitting down on the bed beside me. He poked the green honeydew melon with a fork before bringing it to my lips. 

A smile played on my lips as I took a bite, trying hard not to grin like a maniac. 

Something about Ajax feeding me fruits made me feel happy. Really happy. 

"You're so adorable," Ajax chuckled shaking his head. 

My eyes traveled over his features as he cut a piece of the fried egg. He was dressed in black Adidas sweats, the Calvin Klein band peeking out from the waistline. 

I bit my lip as I took a bite of the eggs he was feeding me. 

His chestnut brown hair was messed up, sticking up in random places. I laughed, running a hand through his locks to fix it. 

I could feel his eyes wandering over my face, then down my neck towards my chest. I was dressed in a lace cami night top and shorts that I usually wore to bed. I shifted under his gaze as his brows furrowed.

"What?"

"How long did you say you've been throwing up?"

"Four days."

"Are you sure it's just a bug? That's a long time to be throwing up."

"I'm fine Ajax, you can stop worrying," I smiled, pushing the side of his head playfully.

He smiled, his dimples making an appearance. 

Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my cheeks heated up. All these years later, he still made me feel like a teenage girl. 

"I think you should see a doctor," he said, standing up as I finished my glass of orange juice. 

"Ew," I replied, making a face. 

"At least we'll know if there's something wrong," he said, a pleading expression on his face that said "do it for me?"

"Fine, I'll call," I rolled my eyes. 

"Good. Do you want anything else?" he asked. 

"Could you get me an oreo, pretty please?" I smiled, giving him my puppy eyes. 

I could hear his laughter as he went down the stairs.

What did I do to deserve this man?

Moments later, he reappeared with a single oreo in his hand. 

"You asked for an oreo," he reminded once he noticed my expression. 

right. 

I watched him a he grabbed his laptop from the bag beside the door. His muscles flexed as he shifted the heavy boxes of books from under the table to make room. 

I bit my lip, admiring him from my bed. 

Despite not dancing as often, his physique remained the same. His broad biceps flexed when he ran a hand through his growing hair. My eyes trailed over his abs that disappeared behind the Calvin Klein logo. 

I jumped when he cleared his throat, an amused expression on his face as he caught my gaze. My face burned and I looked down at my hands. 

Hm. 10 fingers. Interesting. 

When I looked up again, I noticed he had opened his laptop and was working on something. I smiled to myself, more time to admire his toned back. 

Mila why do you have to be so goddamn horny 

"Mila, If you keep looking at me like that I'm not going to be able to get any work done," he said, typing away on his keyboard. 

"Hm? Like what?" I asked, playing dumb. 

"Like you want to jump my bones," he replied bluntly, swiveling around in his chair. 

Damn. Caught red handed. 

"Well, then you should maybe take a hint," I shrugged, removing my hair from its ponytail. I ran a hand through it, standing up and moving closer to him. 

He eyed me suspiciously, but returned to his work. 

I leaned over his shoulder, my eyes darting around the screen. Nothing but boring emails. 

Ajax's POV

I could feel Mila leaning over me, her long hair tickling my bare back. My knee bounced as he hands smoothed over my shoulders. She began gently massaging my shoulders, releasing the tight knots in my muscles. 

A groan left my lips as she pressed against my pressure points. She chuckled, tilting my head up to give me a kiss before pulling away. 

"I'll be downstairs," she said, walking towards the door. 

My eyes trailed down her figure. She was dressed in the navy blue satin pj's that she had worn before. But she looked even more stunning than usual in it. 

I stood up, grabbing her by the waist and dropping her on the bed. 

She let out a laugh, a knowing look in her eyes. 

Devil's angel. 

Her breathy laughs did something to me as I kissed her neck, making sure to leave a few lilac bruises. 

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as her arms went around my neck. I gently tugged at the strap of her top with my teeth, letting it fall down her shoulder. 

She pushed at my chest, making me fall onto my back. Straddling my waist, she rolled her hips against mine making me even harder. 

This woman will be the death of me. 

Her hair fell over the side of her neck, brushing against my chest. My hands travelled down her back, gently squeezing her ass. She gasped, burrowing her face in the crook of my neck. I could feel her taking revenge, gently sucking behind my ear. The smell of her rose shampoo filled my senses. 

I quickly moved her onto her back, kissing her collarbone and the valley of her chest. She tugged at my hair making goosebumps rise on my skin. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, my stomach fluttering at the feeling. 

Her breasts seemed fuller as I gently massaged them, earning a breathy moan from her lips. Her satin top rode up as I admired her body.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, kissing down her navel towards the waistband of her bottoms. 

I groaned in frustration when my phone began ringing from my desk. 

"Ajax,"she breathed, tapping my arm. 

"Ignore it," I muttered against her skin, continuing what I was doing.

"What if it's important?"

"Fuck," I sighed, knowing she was right. 

I moved off the bed and grabbed my phone, swiping the screen. 

"What."

"Good afternoon to you too. Just reminding you to email Leland's company before 1," my coworker said, making me roll my eyes. 

"Yeah. Thanks," I sighed, ending the call. 

My eyes flickered over to my laptop where the email was half written, the clock flashing 12:37. 

"Go ahead. I'll make us some coffee," Mila spoke up, standing from the bed. 

Her cheeks were rosy, her hair dangling in messy waves. She looked breathtaking.

Lilac bruises littered her neck and chest, making me smile. I could feel the welcomed stinging on my back and arms from her nails and I knew I was in a similar position. 

I typed out the email in record time, not even double checking it before I hit send. I hurried down the stairs where the smell of coffee lingered in the air. 

"Sorry about that lov- what's wrong?" I asked, noticing Mila leaning over the sink in an odd position. 

"It's happening again," she said between breaths. A gagging sound escaped her lips that made me wince. 

It looked like she was holding back whatever was threatening to come up. 

I grabbed a glass of water and a few ice cubes and handed it to her. 

"No, no, I th-" 

She gagged again, but nothing came out. I couldn't help but feel stressed. Mila rarely ever got sick and seeing her like this was making me worried. 5 days was a long time to have stomach sickness. 

"Take deep breaths," I said, rubbing her back slowly. 

I grabbed a lemon slice from the fridge and held it to her lips. She took a bite from it, making a face at the sourness. 

It took her a few moments, but she moved away from the sink, standing to her full height. 

"Better?" I asked. 

She nodded, not saying a word. 

I led her over to the couch and handed her the bowl of ice and a glass of water. 

Whilst she was in the living room, I grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. 

I quickly opened her health app, nervously searching for what I was looking for. I swallowed as my eyes landed on her cycle tracker. 

Shit. 

Mila's POV

I could feel Ajax's gaze on me as I stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly sucking on the ice cube. 

I turned to look at him, noticing his stare. He eyes lingered on my chest again, flickering between my stomach and chest. 

 Weirdo. 

He looked like he'd seen a ghost. 

"Something wrong?" I asked, raising a brow. 

"Hm? No, why?" he asked, averting his gaze. 

Maybe he's still horny. 

"My back is killing me," I muttered, massaging my back. 

I frowned when Ajax looked at me, a deer caught in headlights expression on his face. 

"What's up with you?" I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him. 

"Nothing! Look, why don't you head upstairs. I'll give you a massage."

"No, it's okay. You have work to do. You already did so much for me. I think I'll just sleep it off."

"Are you su-"

"Yes, yes," I waved him off, going up the stairs. 

I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand as I heard the dishwasher open downstairs. 

Bless Ajax. 

My fingers flew over the keyboard as I typed in my symptoms. I made sure to steer clear of WebMD because that stupid website could go all over the world and come back to the same conclusion: symptoms indicate imminent death within 48 hours - 72 if you're lucky. 

I frowned as my eyes scanned the results. 

Fuck.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

My ears felt like they were ringing and my head began to spin. 

This could not be happening. 

My heart was thumping in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. I didn't even realize it, but my hands were shaking as I opened my health app. 

Sure enough, I was a whole 2 weeks late. 

I had been so caught up with plans for the studio that I completely lost track of my period. 

"Shit," I whispered to myself, running a hand through my hair. 

I glanced at the closed door, straining my ears to hear the clinking of dishes from the kitchen. Getting up, I stared at myself in the mirror. 

My hands moved to lift up my top, but I quickly let the material go as if it'd burned me. 

No. 

This is not happening. It's not real. 

But it was all there. The signs were all there. My breasts were fuller, my skin was flushed, my emotions were all over the place. The morning sickness, the cravings for stupid celery and orange juice. 

Fuck. 

"Love, I need to run down to my office quickly to pick something up."

I quickly moved to stand in front of my vanity, messing with the comb to make it look like I was brushing my hair. 

"Mhm," I nodded, trying to hide my shaking hands. 

"Will you be alright for a few minutes?"

"Yeah. Take your time, I'm 100% fine"

"Ok, I'll be back as soon as possible."

As soon as I heard his car start up, I snatched my phone from the bed. 

"Adam, I need a favor."