Chapter 87. Kitten

Julie

It’s been a week since I told Luke the news, and true to his word, I’ve been imprisoned in his house—well, partial imprisonment. He drives me to work every morning and picks me up every evening. On the day of my dating scan, I’d had to steal his keys while he was in the shower. That was the closest I’ve gotten to freedom.

I feel like my limbs are becoming useless outside of work, and it's making me crazy.

It's Saturday, and I’m still lazing about in bed.

“Julie,” Luke calls, “are you awake?”

He knows I’m awake, but he also knows that he'd need a crowbar to separate me from this bed before 6 a.m.

“Go away,” I say, covering my head with a pillow.

The pillow over my head muffles Luke’s voice, but I still hear every smug syllable.

“Come on, Kitten. We have a busy day today.”

I freeze. The pillow slides off just enough to uncover one eye.

“Did you just call me Kitten?”

“Did I?” He’s leaning against t