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“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, princess.”
“Don’t mean to break this up, but I need to get my woman to the hospital. Fuckin’ now!” Hurricane states, lifting me into his arms.
I snort out a laugh. “I can walk.”
He shakes his head. “After what you’ve just been through? Baby, you’re spending the rest of this honeymoon with me, waitin’ on ya hand and foot.”
Raising my brows, I slide my arms around his neck. I have to say, as far as honeymoons go, this is not how I thought ours was going to turn out.
A pregnancy.
An international club war.
A club princess and me almost killed.
Yeah, so not how I thought it was going to turn out. At all.
But I do know that no matter what—wars, blood, even in death—we can make it through anything thrown our way.
And that’s what makes all of this worthwhile.
CHAPTER 7
HURRICANE
While Nalani is being checked out in the bay next door and we wait for the doctor to come in for an ultrasound, I stand next to Kaia’s bed, alternating between raging mad and undeniably terrified.
The fact that Park assaulted my woman and I could have lost everything tonight keeps eating at me. But what makes it even worse is that I know Kaia inside and out, and deep down, I knew she wouldn’t be able to let it go. I should have been more alert, vigilant, and much more attentive. I should never have let Kaia out of my damn sight!
I knew the second we walked out of the Oahu Defiance clubhouse, and I hadn’t succeeded in getting Nalani back, that Kaia would want to find a way to help. I was incredibly stupid to think she wouldn’t try something. Why I thought I could trust her for one single second is beyond me. I know her better than that.
I reach out, grabbing Kaia’s hand as her other one rubs up and down her toned stomach.
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
I let out a gruff snort. “Scared doesn’t even come close, baby. For fuck’s sake, you fuckin’ terrified me. The second I saw that note on the bed, my entire world blew up right in front of me. You were reckless, and what you did was highly dangerous. I’m so fuckin’ beyond mad at you I can’t even think straight!” Kaia’s eyes begin to water, and one tear floats down her cheek, so I bring my other hand up to cup her face gently. “But… I understand your motives. And I know you well enough that nothin’ I woulda said or done woulda stopped ya from goin’. I just wish you trusted me enough to let me help you. We coulda been there sooner. Stopped you from bein’ hurt so bad.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods. “I know… I’m sorry. I should have trusted you. I honestly thought, with the baby, there was no way you’d let me try to help Nalani. And I knew I could. I felt it in my bones, Hurricane. I got through to her. We were almost out and on the way back to the club when the guard saw me trying to go through the window. We were a couple of seconds too late to escape.”
Exhaling, I swipe my hand through my long hair and shake my head. “I still think you took far too big of a risk goin’ in alone like that. Not talkin’ to me about it first was fuckin’ crazy. But…” I take a deep, long breath, “… we got the win in the end. Let’s hope it’s not at the cost of somethin’ else.” I place my hand on her stomach. The anxiety flowing through me is catastrophic.
She rests her hand over mine and nods. “I’m pretty sure peanut’s okay. I haven’t had any cramping or spotting, but we need the ultrasound to check.”
As if on cue, the curtain pulls back, and a doctor strolls in with an ultrasound machine and a bright smile on his face. “I’m Dr. Kapule. I note you’ve had a positive pregnancy test but haven’t had any scans for confirmation as yet?”
Kaia shakes her head, and I stand taller, puffing out my chest. “Doc, listen. My wife got knocked around by this jackass. Don’t worry, I took care of that motherfucker, but that’s all beside the point. What I mean to say is… this kid means everythin’ to us. So I need you to ensure the little peanut is doin’ okay in there. So can you check every-fuckin’-thing you can?”
He smirks, then wheels the ultrasound unit over to Kaia’s bedside. “Protective father already. He’s going to be a good father, Kaia,” Dr. Kapule states.
She reaches out for my hand, gripping it tight. “He already is. We have a little one at home back in New Orleans. She’s close to two and a half years, and Hurricane is so patient with her.”
“Little bit cold…” The doctor squirts some gel on Kaia’s stomach, “… and she didn’t come on the vacation with you?”
“It’s our delayed honeymoon. Things haven’t exactly gone to plan,” I reply.
He places the scanner on Kaia’s stomach and begins searching. “Not quite the sit-by-the-pool-and-relax weekend getaway you were hoping for?”
