Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I think we’re going to have to find a new doctor, or you’re going to have to find a way to apologize to her somehow so that she doesn’t make it uncomfortable for me to be here.”
“You’re uncomfortable?” he asks.
I look up at him and wonder if he’s oblivious to what just happened. “Yes, I’m uncomfortable! It’s awkward to be in the same room with you two.”
“I’ll apologize,” he promises, taking the towel I was using to clean the gel off my stomach away from me and cleaning me up.
“I didn’t even get to enjoy the moment,” I pout. When his eyes change slightly, I immediately regret saying anything.
“Do you want her to come back and to do it again?”
“No.” I shake my head frantically. “Just apologize to her.”
“Told you I would,” he mutters, but I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t want to.
“Good.” I slip off the table and fix my pants, my mind finally focused on what the doctor said. “We’re having a boy,” I breathe, adjusting my clothes. “You’re really not surprised that we’re having a boy, are you?”
“No. I knew.” He kisses the top of my head and opens the door.
“How?” I ask, pausing in the hall to search his face.
“Don’t know. I just knew it was a boy.”
“Strange.” I shrug and begin walking again.
His arm goes around my shoulders, and we make a quick stop to schedule our next appointment before heading out to the car. We don’t talk on the way back to the house, but our hands stay locked together on my lap, the fingers of my free hand running over his skin.
“Thank you,” I tell him, looking down at our entwined fingers when he pulls up to the house and puts the car in park.
“For what?” he questions, confused.
I lift my head and look at him, thinking about all the things I want to say. “For giving me everything.”
His eyebrows pinch, and I soften my voice.
“For marrying me, for loving me, for giving me a child. Even if I was never expecting any of this, I’m still thankful for all of it.”
“The gods had written you into my destiny a long time ago, makamae,” he says quietly. His face softens as he lifts my hand to his mouth, where he places a kiss on my ring.
Chapter 14
Explosion
“Pika!” I yell from upstairs when I see my friend sitting in the living room, looking out at the ocean.
His head turns towards me, and I carefully run down the stairs and throw myself into his arms. He catches me on a humph and gives me a squeeze before pulling away and removing his hands from me.
“How are you?” I smile, happy to see him.
“Good.” He smiles back then looks me over, his eyes settling on my round stomach for a moment. “You look happy,” he says as his eyes meet mine again.
“So happy,” I whisper, and he nods as his face softens.
“Myla.”
I turn my head to look at Kai and smile, putting a hand on my hip, giving him a mock glare. “You didn’t tell me Pika was coming home.”
“It slipped me. Can I please see you in my office for a moment?” he asks, and I notice the agitation in his voice as he speaks.
“Um…” I look at Pika then back at Kai, wondering why the guys are acting so strange. “Sure,” I tell him then turn and give Pika another hug, whispering that I’m glad he’s back before pulling away, but not without noticing the embrace is not shared and his hands stay at his sides. Before Kai came home all those months ago, I would often lean on Pika, so the distance he’s putting between us is slightly unsettling.
“Myla,” Kai growls.
I nod then head towards his office, wondering what the hell happened. He’s standing in his doorway when I get there, and all I can do is pray that something bad hasn’t happened. Things have been quiet lately, and I would like them to stay like that. As soon as I cross the threshold, he closes the door behind me and begins pacing back and forth.
“Is everything okay?” I whisper, sitting down in his chair and watching him.
“Do not touch Pika again.”
Of all the things I thought he might want to talk to me about, this was never one of them. I study his face and notice that his jaw is tight and there is a slight tick in his right cheek—the tick he gets when he is pissed off.
“Can I ask you why?” I question softly, leaning back in the chair.
“Because I don’t like it.”
“Kai—”
“No, Myla. All I need you to say is that you won’t touch him again.”
“You act as if I tried to make out with him,” I mutter.
“You threw yourself at him,” he snarls, ripping a hand through his hair, his gaze going out the window.