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“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Isla. So beautiful. I’m so lucky that you’re my wife and having our baby.”

I love how quickly he goes from dominant to soft. Kai whimpers in my ear with every thrust as he gets closer to coming. My hand slides between my body and the bed, feeling between my legs for him. I give his balls a gentle squeeze, and the noise that leaves his mouth is enough to send me near the edge. I swirl my fingers around my clit and ride out my orgasm as he thrusts one more time and then stills, groaning a little too loud as he releases himself inside me.

Out of breath, he pulls back, and I feel our combined release start to drip down my thighs. “Mmmm, I love watching your pussy drip with my cum, Princess. So fucking sexy.”

“Come on, we need to get back out there before they suspect what we’ve been doing.” Kai pulls me up and plants a kiss on my cheek.

“Isla, our parents aren’t stupid. They knew as soon as I followed you back here what was happening.” Kai chuckles and kisses me again. “Poor Gene, it’s been a rough month for him.”

“Not funny,Husband.” I smack his chest as I pull my underwear and sweatpants back up.

“Might want to change those panties,Wife.” He swats my ass and whispers. “Pretty sure my cum is making a mess of them right now.”

Yeah, it is.

Once I’ve changed and we’re back in the living room with our parents, it’s hard to even look my dad in the eyes. Kai, on the other hand, carries on like it’s not a big deal. Our parents eventually say their goodbyes, promising to offer any help we need as things progress with the pregnancy. We close the door behind them, and Kai pulls me into a tight embrace, his lips finding mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

“Thank you for this,” he whispers, his forehead resting against mine and his hand flattening against my lower abdomen. “For everything. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kai,” I reply, feeling the tears creep in as I wrap my arms around his neck. “And I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”

19

KAI

We start looking for our forever home today. Isla and I have been talking about it for months, and now that we know for sure we’re having a baby, it feels even more real. We’ve got our realtor, Linda, meeting us at the first open house, and I can feel the excitement building as we drive there.

The first few houses are nice, but they just don’t feel right. The layout is off, or the neighborhood isn’t quite what we’re looking for. Isla is patient, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes each time we walk away from another place that isn’t “the one.”

Just as we’re about to leave the third open house, Linda pulls out her phone and shows us a listing. “This one is a bit of a drive from here, but it’s in a great neighborhood,” she says. “It’s on Parkside Avenue, a street over from your parents’.”

I look at Isla, and her eyes light up. We both love the idea of being close to family, and Parkside is one of those classic, tree-lined streets that always feels like home. “Let’s go see it,” Isla says, and I can hear the enthusiasm in her voice.

We follow Linda to the house, and as soon as we pull up, Iknow this is the place. It’s a beautiful craftsman home, built in 1955, with a huge front porch and a welcoming aura. The four bedrooms and three bathrooms are perfect for our growing family, and the hardwood floors and original details give it so much character. I can see it now: Thanksgiving and Christmas with the family here, kids’ birthday parties, everything.

This is definitely it.

But it’s the backyard that really seals the deal for me. It’s massive, with plenty of room for the kids to play, a garden for Isla to grow all the vegetables her heart desires, and even a big tree with a perfect spot for a future treehouse. I can already picture our kids running around, laughing, and playing with their friends. It’s everything we’ve been dreaming of.

Isla walks through the house, her eyes wide with wonder. She runs her hands over the vintage details, her face lighting up with each room we enter. When we step out into the backyard, she turns to me, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “Kai, this is it,” she says. “This is our home.”

I pull her into a hug, feeling the same overwhelming sense of happiness and relief. “I know, Princess,” I whisper. “I can feel it too.”

We spend the rest of the afternoon exploring every nook and cranny of the house, imagining where our furniture will go and what colors we’ll paint the walls. Linda gives us all the details about the house and the neighborhood, but honestly, none of it matters. We’ve already made up our minds.

“We want to submit an offer. This is the one.” I turn to Isla and put my hand on her stomach. “This is where we want our baby and future kids to call home.”

20

ISLA

Twenty Weeks Pregnant

We have the whole stadium to ourselves for our gender reveal party. Management was kind enough to let us use the field once I told them how I planned the reveal for Kai.Okay, maybe I begged a little bit.But hey, they couldn’t say no to their starting third baseman’s pregnant wife.

Well, I mean they probably could have.

His whole team’s here, plus our family and friends. My dad is talking with him and his buddies while I am with his mom and a few of my girlfriends, waiting for Adriana to get here with the special baseball with the colored powder inside. We have no idea what we’re having.

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