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Maybe being pregnant wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“Okay, sounds like a deal. We have wanted this for so long. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” Changing the subject I blurt out, “Is it time yet?”
He chuckles, handing me the stick. “Two lines came up about a minute ago. I just wanted you to deal with your inner crisis before you found out.”
My eyes widen, and I snatch the stick from him to check the two incredibly clear, obvious pink lines. My hand shoots to my mouth, and I let out a joyful laugh as emotion overwhelms me.
I thought I’d be annoyed and upset that this is ruining our honeymoon. But the fact we have been trying for this for so long with zero success only makes this so much more surprising.
My eyes flood with tears, and my bottom lip trembles as I glance up at my husband. His are glistening too. “We’re having another baby,” I whisper.
He nods with that gorgeous smile he’s known for. “Yeah, Sha, we’re havin’ another baby.”
Letting out a small laugh, I pull him to me. I would kiss him, but I have been puking, and I wouldn’t do that to him. “Guess kinky sex is out, then,” I tease.
He groans, pulling back, then places his hand on my stomach. “I can live with that… but not all sex is out, though, right?”
I chuckle, shoving him playfully as I let out a deep breath. “Guess I’ll be drinking virgin cocktails by the pool too.”
“Can we go back to the sex part?” He grins, his mind now firmly set on the one track.
Rolling my eyes, I push away and ignore him before walking to the bedroom.
He picks up the supplies from his trip to the pharmacy as I keep walking. “Kaia. Sha! Baby? Don’t leave me hangin’!”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m going to have a nap. Can you bring me some of that Liquid I.V., and then maybe tonight when I am feeling better, we can discuss sexual gratification.”
Hurricane rushes into the bedroom, placing the pharmacy products on the side table. He has also purchased Tylenol, ginger chews, crackers, and peppermint tea. He must have been pretty convinced I was pregnant. These are all the things I needed the first time around with Immy. Turning back to face him, I reach out for his hands, taking them in mine. “Thank you for talking me off the ledge.”
His hand comes up, sliding some hair behind my ear. “You’re my Old Lady, my wife, the mother of my children, even if one of them isn’t born yet. I fuckin’ love ya, Sha. I’ve always got your back.”
My heart swells with love for this brute of a man. He looks like he could kill you with a single glance, but he really is the sweetest man I know. However, maybe that’s only reserved for me and our daughter. “If I could kiss you right now, I would be all up in your face.”
He laughs a belly laugh, holding me to him. “Then go brush your teeth, woman, so I can do a deep dive.”
I snort. It’s very unladylike as I shake my head. “You’re an idiot!” As I go to walk off to the bathroom to, in fact, brush my teeth, he reaches out and grabs my wrist, stopping me from walking. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush to him, and I don’t miss the way his hands slip down my ass, taking a firm hold.
“I love you, Kaia. And I am so fuckin’ happy we’re pregnant again.”
A slow smile crosses my face. “Me too, babe… me too.”
CHAPTER 2
HURRICANE
TWO DAYS LATER
Yesterday, we spent the day trying to be as restful as possible. After how Kaia was when we arrived, I wanted her to take it as easy as possible. I wanted her to go see a doctor to be checked out, but my wife—always the stubborn one—said she wanted to wait until we got home so she could have Dr. Adams check on her properly.
We decided not to tell the club about the pregnancy until we return home. Considering we’re so far away, we don’t want them to be concerned about us. But as we are in Hawaii, we will call into Oahu Defiance and see how these guys do things around here.
I called ahead to their president, Pono, to see if we could stop in. So today, we’re off to the clubhouse on 11th Street in Ewa Beach, just under half an hour from the resort where we’re staying. We’ve rented a car, much to my disgust, but Kaia wanted to be able to get around while we’re here, so I guess it was the right choice. But my choice will always be a Harley because there is nothing like the sun in your face and the wind in your hair.
As we pull up to the tall gates with what looks like ocean waves weaving through the bars, I’m certain palm leaves are fabricated from iron. For protective measures, they’re pretty lackluster, but they certainly look damn nice.
My eyes shift to Kaia, and she grins. “We need to up our game on gate presentation.”
Rolling down my window, I pop my head out to see the prospect sitting in a deck chair, sunglasses on, Hawaiian shirt under his colors, sitting back almost like he’s asleep under his tropical bucket hat. I turn back to Kaia, who grins at me like she’s loving this. I spin back to the prospect and harshly slam my hand on the horn. Its obnoxious blast causes the prospect to jump out of his skin. He falls off the deck chair, his hat flying off his head, one of his flip-flops going in the other direction as he pulls out a gun and aims it at us.
