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He grins, leans in, and kisses my forehead tenderly. “You wouldn’t have married me and had my kid if you didn’t.”
“Some say you might have coerced me into that,” I tease.
He scowls. “C’mon, I only kidnapped and held you hostage that one time… one time, Kaia!” He chuckles, and I burst out laughing as he slides more of my hair behind my ear. “You feelin’ any better?”
Nodding, I go to stand but am a little lightheaded, so I instantly sit back on the tiles.
Hurricane furrows his brows with concern before placing his hand on my forehead. “You don’t have a fever… I’m gonna get you some water.”
Nodding, I return to the bowl as my stomach lurches again from the dizzy spell.
“I’m gonna go get somethin’. I’ll be right back,” Hurricane calls out.
I barely hear him over the completely gross heaving. And if I could, I would yell at Hurricane for leaving me in the middle of falling apart like this.
The fucking asshole.
Right after we had a really nice moment.
I might just divorce his ass—if I can ever stop puking, that is.
I’m not sure how long time passes, my eyes wandering around the bathroom, taking in the opulence of this place, even down to the statues of the green sea turtles. They make me smile.
Eventually, my stomach settles, and I flush the toilet. I’m so spent that I lay on the cold bathroom tiles to ease my body from the chaos it has been through.
The cold helps.
The cold definitely helps, I keep telling myself.
Curling into a ball, I stay there, waiting for Hurricane to return, my eyelids flickering open and closed. My energy wanes as I start to drift off to sleep. Abruptly, I hear the click of the hotel room door, and his heavy footsteps sound throughout the suite.
“Baby, you okay? I’m back,” he calls, but honestly, I can’t be bothered answering him.
He steps to the bathroom door, paper bag in his hands, but when he spots me, it drops to the floor. The contents scatter as he falls to his knees and pulls me into his lap. “Fuck, Kaia!”
Groaning my disapproval of him shifting me from my comfortable position, I make the move to cuddle him, even though I’m angry at him right now. “I’m okay, just exhausted.”
“Okay, we will stay in the suite tonight…” He pulls me further into his arms. “I’ll call your family and let them know you’re not well. We’ll make arrangements to see them in a couple of days. We are here for a week, so we have time… but, for now, I need you to drink some Liquid I.V. to get your dehydration under control, and then I need you to take this,” he stresses, leaning over and grabbing a box.
Sleepily, I glance up at him, but then I see the box I am all too familiar with, and suddenly I am very awake. I shake my head and let out a loud exhale while I check the pregnancy test kit. “No, I can’t be… I mean, I know we were trying, but because of our honeymoon, we stopped so we could have a lovely week away without worrying about all that stuff. Goddamn, it’s why we planned the honeymoon because we knew we would be fine and that nothing would go wrong! No club drama. No family drama. No fucking drama, Hurricane!”
He shrugs with a kind smile. “This is us, baby. When do we ever not have drama in our lives? Will you just take the damn test, please?”
A low groan echoes from my throat, and I mumble incoherently under my breath as I snatch the test from him. He chuckles as I move to the toilet and pull the test from the packet. He stays on the floor by my side, watching me pee on the little stick. Letting out a huff, I replace the cap and put the stick on the basin.
Finally, Hurricane stands and moves in behind me as I wash my hands, the cold water doing nothing to ease the fire burning inside me right now.
“Why are you so upset, Kaia? We wanted another baby. So talk to me?” he whispers against my ear.
Sinking into him, I close my eyes, biting my lips because I am being completely selfish right now, and I can’t seem to help it. Spinning in his grip, I run my hands up, sliding them around his neck, and stare into those eyes I love so much. “Don’t get me wrong. I do want another baby. I really do. I want Immy to have a little brother or sister. Just not… right… now. Not this week. This week is supposed to be about us. I was going to sit by the pool and drink cocktails, and you were going to smoke all the cigars you wanted. And sex! God, the sex we were going to have. All the kinky fucking sex!”
He raises his brow. “You had plans for kinky sex?” His smile is so wide I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile this big.
“Yes, dumbass, I had plans. It’s our honeymoon. There’s no clubhouse full of brothers and old ladies everywhere. No daughter hanging off us everywhere we go. We’re completely alone, just the two of us, for the first time since we got together. And now I have ruined it by getting knocked up with your super sperm.”
Hurricane lets out a belly laugh, but I punch him in the arm, making him stop. He holds me tighter, nodding his head. “I get it… trust me. Once you started talkin’ kinky sex, I felt the loss of this week instantly. But Sha, we don’t even know if the test is positive. But if it is, then when this kid is the same age Immy is now, I’ll bring you on a do-over honeymoon. Then we can have all the kinky alone-time sex we can handle. Deal?”
Sniffling back my anxiety, I can’t help but be calmed by his words.
