Chapter 127 Man, woman, or Fish

ISABELLA'S POV

I woke up slowly, my body heavy like it had been wrapped in wet cement. The silk sheets smelled like Mateo-dark musk, leather, and that faint hint of cedar from his cologne.

"Good morning, pookie" 

My hand instinctively went to my stomach. Seven weeks. Still so early, but the e...

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