Page 64 of Fighting For Light
I stare at him; I really like when he talks to me in a different language. It makes me feel like it doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other, we are getting to know one another. It’s exciting in a backward way, since we should have theoretically done thatbeforewe got married.
“Gem,” Kai prodded. I lift my eyes to him, and he tilts his head, reading me, I’m sure.
“I don’t know. I’m just thinking about…everything.”
“And last night?” he quips, wiggling his brows for emphasis. Unable to hide my smile, I let him see he got to me. “Well, and this morning, too, but who’s counting?” he says. I roll my eyes and try to ignore the heat building in my chest. “I’m going to addthat to the list. Embarrassing Cordelia because she had sex with her husband, check.”
“Kai,” I whine.
“Mmm, you know I like it when you whine like that, baby,” he says, leaning forward on the table.
“You know I am trying to be serious here?” I ask him.
“Really? I couldn’t tell. Last time I checked,youwere the fun one, andIwas the serious one. How the turn tables,“ he says. I giggle a little atThe Officereference. “What’s on your mind?”
“What’s next for us? We didn’t really talk about it, and I’m not sure if I should…be acting differently. No, that’s not…”
“You don’t know if you should start looking over your shoulder?” Kai asks with a serious expression so cold it makes my bones shiver. I nod, and he takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m going to be honest. You should not be going anywhere without me or your dad. That being said, I don’t want you to live in fear, Cordi. I didn’t want us to get married quicker to scare you more, but you need to be aware. Also, I plan on taking us on a honeymoon for however long you want. I read that some women like doing babymoons before they have the kid, so if you want to do that, we can.”
“Really?” He nods and takes a drink of coffee. I pop a piece of pineapple into my mouth.
“You need to start dreaming up where you want to go.”
“Anywhere?” I ask.
“Anywhere, the world is your oyster,” he says. The man loves adventure.
“Wait, you’re rich, which means I’m rich.”
He chuckles.
“Wait, should I have signed a prenup?” I ask him. “I read about what they mean, but maybe it would be a protective thing, and based on what happened to your mom, I—“
“You can stop overthinking whatever you might believe is an issue because nothing short of death will get me to sign divorce papers, gem. What’s mine is yours, and this is a forever thing.”
My jaw drops as he walks around the small table and grabs my chin, tilting my head up. His dominance in this moment makes my thighs squeeze together. I love when he takes control, but this is…I’ll add it to my list.
“You’re mine now, for better or worse, stupid or dangerous, richer or poorer; you’re mine, Cordelia Coldwell, and you always will be. Do you understand me?”
I nod in his hold, and he drops his chin, pressing his lips to mine.
“Good, so dream big, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Okay,” I rasp as every nerve ending in my body pops off. Not even an hour ago did he make me scream his name, but time is a concept, right? He looks at me with that predatory gleam in his eyes, and I want to run to see if he will chase me. I know he won’t like it, though, because he’s so intensely protective of me and the baby.
He stands and goes back to his chair. I clear my throat, trying to shake the pregnancy brain from one thing to the five others I need to talk to him about as I sip my chamomile tea. “I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow when we get to Louisiana. Do you want to come?” I ask.
“Absolutely, when is it?” he asks, pulling out his phone.
“It’s at two, so a few hours before your ride.”
He types it into his phone. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I jerk back. “Really? Why?”
He shrugs. “I want to be there for everything, including your doctor’s appointments.”
“Thank you, it was…kind of scary going by myself.”
