Gabriel picked up the phone and saw a missed call from Louis. He had his one hand on the knot of the towel, which hung around his waist while holding the phone tightly on his ear.
"Good morning, Prince Gabriel," Louis greeted from the other side.
"Good morning. Did you find out?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes, I did," Louis replied.
"So, what does that mean?" Gabriel inquired.
"Nothing," Louis replied. "The witch mentioned that it’s just an ordinary tattoo," he lied plainly in a tone that it would be difficult to have an ounce of mistrust on him.
"I see. Thank you for effort. Let’s meet after I will return to San Ravendale," Gabriel said.
"Sure," Louis replied, didn’t pry further about where he was.
As the call ended, Gabriel called Karmen right away. Without waiting for any formal greetings he ordered, "Keep an eye on Louis and find out who has met in the past few days."
"Sure, but why do you look so charged up? Are you alright? By the way, how’s your honeymoon going on?" Karmen teased in the end.
"I’m not charged up. It’s going wonderful so far," Gabriel said. Before he could speak further, Amelie’s arms wrapped around him and her face rested on his back.
"I’ll call you later," Gabriel hung it up and let the phone settle on the table. He turned around while holding Amelie’s wrists as their eyes locked.
"I felt to hug you from behind," she whispered, her cheeks had turned slightly red. "Who was on the phone?" Curiosity lingered in her eyes as she waited for the response.
But what surprised her was his next move. He suddenly cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her, not hungrily. He gave her a moment before his fingers found their ways in her damp locks and pulled her closer.
His mouth moved against hers with growing hunger, like a man starved, tasting his first morning meal. His other hand moved slowly from her shoulder to her waist, then the hip.
Amelie responded to his kisses as fervently as she could. Her hands rested against his firm chest, feeling how warm he was. A stifling moan escaped her mouth when he gave a gentle squeeze to her hip, drawing her closer.
She could feel his hard manhood touching her belly.
"Gabriel, you–" Amelie pulled away from the kiss, breathing hard, but her words ceased in her throat as he captured her mouth again. She was lifted in the air before he placed her on the table.
His mouth moved down to her jawline, peperring kisses while his fingers remained threaded in her hair.
"Mmph..." Amelie bit her bottom lip, her breathing turning heavier with every ministration.
"I just had a shower," she reminded him with a quivering voice.
"I’ll give you another one," he murmured, and without hesitation, untied the knot of her bathrobe.
Her robe parted, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. His violet eyes darkened as they trailed lower, catching sight of the gentle swell of her belly.
"It’s changing," he whispered, awe in his voice as he placed a warm hand over her bump, caressing it gently.
"Yeah. It’s growing now. I was about to tell you," Amelie said, a smile forming on her lips. She was feeling shy under his scrutinizing gaze. Before she could understand, he was on his knees, her one leg atop his left shoulder.
That position itself made Amelie’s breath hitch in her throat. But his next gesture fluttered her heart. He kissed her belly, giving it a gentle caress. "You said it’s going to be a baby girl," he murmured.
"I’m not sure, but that was what the dream about. Who knows it turns out to be a boy," Amelie murmured.
"Well, I will love them despite the gender," Gabriel whispered, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "You are going to eat well from now onward. You look fragile," he murmured, again showering kisses over her belly.
Amelie was touched by his care and thoughtfulness. "I do eat more now a days," she whispered.
Gabriel stood up as he tied the knot on the bathrobe. "Go and get changed. I’ll order the breakfast," he opined.
Amelie nodded and ran back to the bedroom.
Gabriel smiled, his hand moving to his chest before he dialed the room service to send breakfast for them.
They sat together around the table of two to have their breakfast.
"We will get you checked once we go back," Gabriel spoke after sipping the soup from the soon.
"Sure," Amelie replied. "I can’t thank you enough," she began, holding the garlic bread. "Thank you for giving me and Noa so much love. You treat me so well that it makes me wonder what I did to deserve you. I don’t say it often, but I love you, Gabriel. And I’ll always choose you in every situation," she asserted, not blinking while looking at him.
Those lines touched him deeply and a smile radiated from him. "I love you too, Amelie," he said in a sincere tone. "Let’s finish our breakfast before it turns cold. Then, we will go out."
Amelie hummed before resuming the meal.
Once they finished, Gabriel called for the room service to take away the dishes. Amelie had gone to the bedroom while he stayed behind until the staff left.
As he entered the room, he saw Amelie was attempting to wear the beige heels when we swiftly moved to her. He was on his knees, his hand holding the heel. "I can do it," she murmured.
"Let me do it," Gabriel said. After making her wear it, he moved to the second one and put it in her foot. Once done, he stood up while holding her hand.
"Your outfit beautiful in this outfit," he complimented, checking her out once again.
She had worn a flowing mauve chiffon midi dress with off-shoulder sleeves and fitted bodice that hugged her torso while a silk ribbon belt cinched her waist.
"Thank you."
His hand brushed away the hair from her face before taking a step back. "Give me five minutes to dress up," Gabriel whispered and walked away.