Page 113 of Fighting For Light
“No.”
“I didn’t…intend for you to see that side of me. It’s why I wanted you to stay upstairs. I could come up with a hundred different reasons as to why I did what I did, but none of them matter. I’m sorry if I scared you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. You’ve asked me tough questions in the past, and I was honest, but you never saw that side of me in action. Now that you have, I can’t lie—I’m scared that you’ll…that you’ll leave me.” I take a deep breath and watch her process the information.
“I’m not going to leave you,” she whispers.
“Thank God.” Relief floods my body, and I kiss the top of her head.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it didn’t scare me…I understand why you did it. I don’t know what that says about me because I did it too.”
“I think it says more about me because I put you in that position. That being said, I don’t regret it.”
“I still love you anyway, Kai.”
“I love you, too,” I say, my throat too full of emotion.
“Kiss me,” she commands.
I dip my head and press my lips to hers, kissing her with a branding ferocity. She sighs into my mouth as I thrust my tongue past her lips. Grabbing the back of her neck, I hold her to me as I lose myself in the light of my life. She pulls back slightly, and I don’t let her get far as she nips at my lip. I groan and drop my lips against hers, over and over.
“Don’t get too big of a head. I’m pregnant and horny.”
I wink and peck her lips. “My two favorite things.”
She giggles, and the sound alone lifts the weight off my chest. Her blue eyes study me closely as her fingers run through my hair. I close my eyes, leaning into the feeling. She is written on my heart and beats through my veins. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I love her.
Her hand stops and clasps my cheek as she leans in to kiss me again.
“You’re always making my heart race.”
I hum, grazing my hand up and down her thigh.
“You’ve been making mine do backflips from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
***
We make our way downstairs and into the kitchen, where it looks like the private chef has been hard at work. “Mom, did you seriously call in the chef?” I ask her.
She shrugs and takes a sip of coffee from her mug.
“I told him I didn’t know what any of you would be in the mood for, and I’m pretty sure Emerson didn’t sleep at all, so I told the chef to make everything.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Cordelia reaches for a croissant and takes a bite, sighing. “I could get used to this,” she says around the food in her mouth.
Mom studies her closely like she’s looking for something. I look down at my wife to see what she’s staring at, but she seems fine to me. I glance at Mom again and find her watching me instead.
“Are you feeling okay, darling?” she asks, focusing on me.
I nod and pull Cordi into my side while I reach for another croissant.
Mom pours Cordi a cup of chamomile tea and me a cup of coffee before she leaves the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Cordi asks.
I shake my head and take a drink. “She’s on edge,” I mutter.
Cordi takes a sip and looks over her shoulder.
