The trip to and from the store is silent. I’m trying not to be pissed about this situation. I understand there is a lot to take into consideration, but I’m angry that she acts as if it would be the end of the world to have my child.
“Let me do that,” I tell her, noticing that she is shaking. I take the box from her hand and open it up.
“What if it’s negative?” she whispers, looking at the test.
I fight back the words that are on the tip of my tongue, and when she speaks, I’m glad I did.
“On the way to the store, I imagined what it would be like to know that I was pregnant. I was still scared, but there was also excitement mixed in there. Now, if I go and take this test and it’s negative, I think I may be disappointed.”
The anger that was building simmers down. I tilt her chin up so that I can look her in the eyes. “There’s always someday, Myla.”
She nods and walks to the bathroom, pausing to look at me over her shoulder before walking in and closing the door. It feels like forever that she is out of my sight, so when the door opens and she walks out, I pull her into an embrace.
“Do you have a watch?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah.”
“We’re supposed to wait three minutes,” she whispers before burying her face in my chest.
I look at my watch, set the timer, wrap my arms around her, and then wait. When the alarm goes off, I press a kiss to the top of her head before she pulls away. She comes back a second later, holding the test in her hand.
I can’t read the look on her face, so I hold out my hand to take the test from her. “What does it mean?” I ask, seeing two pink lines.
“I’m pregnant.”
I look from the test to her and smile. “Yeah?” I question, my smile getting bigger.
Her face softens and she leans forward, taking the test out of my hand and looking at it again. “You’re happy about this?”
“Yes,” I tell her, not even a single ounce of doubt in my head. I know that this is right.
“I’m pregnant,” she repeats then looks up from the test, her gaze meeting mine. “I feel excited. Is that weird?”
I exhale a breath, the stress I was feeling immediately leaving my chest. “It’s not weird,” I assure her then smile when she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“This is crazy.”
She is right about that, but since the moment I saw her in Seattle, our relationship has been crazy.
“Now let’s go have some cake since you already gave me my wish,” I tell her, and her face goes soft and her hands come up to either side of my face.
“Let’s have cake,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
Chapter 13
Oh Baby
Myla
Since finding out I am pregnant, all the plans for going to Vegas were put on hold. Kai didn’t want to risk something happening to the baby or me, and to be honest, it was one less thing for me to worry about. I hated the idea of being in an unfamiliar place, where I didn’t have anyone to lean on. Kai’s family has become mine during my time since I moved to Hawaii, and his mom is excited to be a grandmother. Even though I am just weeks along, I don’t want to take that from her. Especially when we didn’t know how long we would be in Vegas.
Now, as I look down at the water and watch Kai come out of the ocean looking like a warrior ready for battle, my insides become liquid. I never in my wildest dreams would have believed that someone like him would be my husband and the father of my child, but things always have a way of working out, just like they are supposed to.
He prowls towards me, the ocean water still running over the contours of his skin, and doesn’t stop until he’s caging me in, one hand on each side of the lounger I’m lying on.
“You should go inside.” He kisses my nose then my lips as his hand at my side moves to lie on my lower stomach.
“I’m comfortable.” I smile, stretching up and kissing him.
“Have you been drinking water?” he mutters as his fingers play along the edge of my swim bottoms.
“Yes.” I roll my eyes when his eyes stay locked on where his fingers are touching me.
“It’s hot out today.” He finally brings his eyes up to mine and I notice they are darker than normal.
“Honey, we’re in Hawaii. It’s always hot.”
His eyes go soft, and he presses another kiss to my lips. “I’m going to see about getting a chair that has a cover over it.”
“I like the sun,” I complain.
I love that he cares about me, but I swear, since we found out about the baby, he has been high-strung and doing everything within his power to drive me absolutely bonkers.
“It’s not good for you, makamae.”
“Kai.” I shake my head.
He brings his hand up, his fingers tracing the edge of the top of my bikini, pulling it down slightly so the skin that is still untouched by the sun is exposed.
“Let’s go inside.” His finger runs under the material and over my nipple, causing me to gasp. “I’m hungry.” He licks his lips, and my eyes follow his tongue. That liquid heat in my belly expands and spreads between my legs. “Myla.” My name comes out like a warning as I lift my hand from my lap, running it over his abs and along the elastic of his shorts.
It’s so difficult to keep my hands off him, and over the last couple of weeks, my need for him has only gotten worse. Luckily for me, Kai never denies me anything.
“I can see that you’re wet,” he whispers near my ear.
I pull away to look into his eyes. His gaze is locked between my legs, and I notice the damp spot on the piece of material.
He pulls his lower lip into his mouth, and his fingers flex into my skin. His face lowers towards my belly and he places a kiss there. Then he sucks, making my belly clench and more wetness spread between my legs.
“I can smell you.” He nips lower on my stomach, right above my mound.
My hand tangles in his hair and I try to pull him away.
“TU Kai,” he rumbles, making me squirm. “Up,” he says.
I don’t even realize he’s lifting me until my ass is off the lounger and my arms are forced to wrap around his neck so that I don’t fall to the ground.
I cling to him as he carries me inside to the bedroom. He kicks the door shut with his foot and carries me to the bed, gently setting me down before stepping back and pulling his shorts off. I lick my lips when his cock bobs against his stomach as he steps in front of me. When he pulls the string on each side of my waist, my bottoms drop to the bed, and then his hands quickly remove my top.
