Page 58 of Unfolding Kiara

I had thought about thousands of ways on how this date with Kiara would go, but listening to her asking for a baby, for a child from me was not what I had expected.

My eyes blinked at her because I thought I misheard her.

“What?”

Kiara licked her lips, her pillowy lips, which were painted in red.Fuck, she looks hot. I cleared my brain and focused on her when she repeated,

“I want a baby.Yourbaby.”

I stared at her for what felt like a minute before a soft chuckle escaped my lips. I had forgotten how Kiara was when she wanted to be, and she was pulling my leg.

But then I looked at her expression, her almond-shaped eyes were not crinkling with humor. They were serious.

“Kiara, what the fuck are you saying?” I asked, shocked, and surprised by her.

She wants a kid. A baby.Mybaby.

I don’t understand.

Kiara took a deep breath and explained, “Yes, you heard me. I want a kid and I know I sound insane right now but hear me out.”

“I am listening.”

“I . . . I have wanted a baby for a while. Jake and I broke up and I am thankful for that. But then I saw you yesterday with Eveline, and I knew that—”

“You wanted my sperm inside you?” I asked, my brain still processing all of it.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her plate, her hair covering her face. “Yes,” she muttered.

I stayed silent for a while and frowned. “Why didn’t you try it with Jake?”

Kiara looked at me and tucked her hair over her shoulder, giving me a full view of her cleavage. I clenched my jaw and listened to her, “We wanted to wait for the marriage.”

I raised my eyebrow.

She continued, “We never had sex. We decided together that it would be better after the marriage . . . and you know the rest.”

“You guys . . . never had sex?”

“Yes, Ethan.”

“Huh.”

I leaned back in the chair, staring at her. I could never understand how Jake controlled himself when he was with Kiara. Just sitting across from her made me want to splay her across the table and ravish her.

“Why didn’t you look for insemination?” I asked. “You could have asked my mothers.”

She shook her head, “I have researched about it and really thought about it, but I don’t want a baby through insemination.”

I forced a smile. “Right.”

Kiara winced. “No, Ethan, I—look, I didn’t mean it like that. I am asking you because you are a great person and you have been nothing but nice to me since we met. I appreciate everything we have together, and . . .” her cheeks flushed, “I would love to have a baby who is like you. I would be honored to have that.”

“No.”

I don’t know why I was angry all of a sudden.

Her eyes snapped at me, “What?”

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