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I decline the attendant’s offer of a drink before takeoff, instead pulling my phone out and texting Kiera. I know she was up as of an hour ago as she texted me after the game.I’m sorry about the loss. I think you played amazing.
Christ, that felt good to hear, even if I’m not happy with my performance.
It was so energizing to know that I had someone watching the game just for me, cheering me on. Well, someone who wasn’t my family.
I got more of the same encouragement at our away game in Boston day before yesterday. Pregame texts of support and a call after when we talked for almost an hour once I got to the hotel.
Hell, ever since Kiera and I committed to each other—not just because of the pregnancy, but to pursue the growing feelings we’ve both acknowledged—I can’t seem to get enough of her.
I shoot her a quick text.On the plane. Be home soon.
Funny… how it doesn’t even feel the tiniest bit weird that I think of Kiera and home synonymously.
I’m naked, she texts back.
I groan, imagining her splayed out on her bed. Hand between her legs, back arched in pleasure… a private show just for me. I don’t know what it is about her being pregnant, but it somehow makes her sexier. There’s not a single, discernible change to her body yet, but somehow… I want her more and that’s about near to impossible.
Oh, the filthy things I’m going to do to you tonight. Send me a picture.I barely hit send before someone drops down into the seat next to me.
I immediately turn my phone over in case said picture I requested comes through. I twist my neck to see Drake sitting there.
Fuck.
We’ve avoided each other on this road trip, unless it was to talk about the game. While Kiera assured me Drake was okay with everything, the fact he’s been aloof with me says otherwise.
I want to drop my head and pretend to be interested in my phone, but if I turn it over, I’m afraid there will be a naked picture of his sister. Can’t risk that.
I can tell by the scowl on his face that he’s not as cool about things as Kiera seems to think.
He doesn’t say anything and I’m not sure if I should start a conversation. I mean… what do I say?Sorry I knocked up your sister?
Hell no. I’m not apologizing. But he clearly needs to get something off his chest, so I’ll poke him to get things moving. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry to you.”
“Didn’t think you would. I’d rather know how you feel about Kiera. She told me that the two of you were going to try to make a go of a relationship. I don’t know what in the hell that even means, but it appears you’re here to stay. So I want to know exactly how you feel about my sister.”
“That’s none of your business.” Drake’s eyes flash with ire and I decide to throw him a bone. “But you have to know I care about her. I’m going to stick by her side and support her through this. Help her raise our kid.”
He seems slightly mollified by my response and sighs. “Do not hurt her. I will fucking kill you if you do.”
It’s not something I’m worried about as I have no intention of hurting Kiera. “Understood.”
The attendant comes and asks Drake if he’d like anything. While he’s ordering, I take a quick peek of my text exchange with Kiera.
And yup… hot, naked picture awaits.
I quickly shut off my screen as Drake turns my way again. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s that?” I ask, trying not to sound suspicious.
“I want Kiera to go back to school. She wants to—”
“—be a nurse practitioner,” I finish for him.
“She’s going to balk at it now that she’s pregnant. She doesn’t think she can do school and be a mom.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Agreed,” Drake says as his eyes lock on mine. “So I want you harassing her to go for it. You’re the one who says you’re going to support her, so you do that. You do whatever she needs to feel comfortable in being able to handle both.”
