Page 83 of Fighting For Light
“It’s like Christmas morning,” she sighs.
I chuckle and kiss her nose. “That’s what I thought.” I grin.
She hums, pulling herself as close as she can get, and nips my chin. “So we were talking about christening the house…I would like to continue that process.”
“I think that can be arranged. Where were we?”
She hums and kisses me again while lifting her knee to my hip. I grip her knee and hold her lower back, steadying her.
“I think the bed is first,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Mmm, I was thinking the kitchen counter.”
She shakes her head. “I want to be in our bed, Kai. We have room to…move around.”
I grin and pick her up. “Are we about to do some acrobatics, gem? Do I need to limber up?”
She tosses her head back and laughs. “Not quite that much. I don’t think I can do that,” she says.
“Well, we did the research and haven’t tested all the theories yet.”
“I believe it’s high time to test out a few more,” she says as I walk us down the hall.
I sit her gently on the edge of the bed. “A few?”
She grins and pulls her dress up higher. “A few.”
I lean down and grab her face, peppering kisses over her jaw to the center of her chest. I push her back to lie on the bed, and she winces.
“What? Are you okay?” I ask, sitting back up.
She nods and grabs my neck again. “It’s not comfortable on my back.”
“Okay, let’s try this,” I offer, hopping on the bed and leaning against the headboard. I tap my lap, and she crawls on all fours up the bed towards me.
“I don’t know if this is sexy, but it’s what I’m going for,” she mutters, sitting up to straddle my lap.
I grab her hips as she sits down. “You are my wildest dreams, Cordelia. I want you to do something for me.” She drops down, and I rub my hands over her body.
“What?” she asks with open, gentle eyes on mine.
“You are beautiful, Cordelia, pregnant or not. Your body is working so hard to grow this baby,” I tell her, putting my hand on her stomach. “Stop thinking of yourself as anything but amazing, Cordi. You are sexy. You are going to be the mother of my — you’re going to be the most beautiful mama I have ever seen. I love you, that’s all that matters. So don’t be self-conscious around me. I’m kind of obsessed with you, ya know.”
She giggles and puts her nose in my neck. “I’m kind of obsessed with you, too.”
“Trust me then, baby. I love your body, and I’m in awe of what it’s doing.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
38
Cordelia
We’re on our wayto Kai’s freestyle comp, located a couple of hours south of his house. I’ve been ordering furniture and other cute, little decorative things for the house for the past few days.
“Are you still looking for furniture?” he asks.
