Page 93 of Fighting For Light
“Sure about what, Kai?” she asks, leaving wet, sloppy kisses on my jaw.
“You want me to be his father? Legally?” I ask her, realizing that’s not quite how I meant to say that, but words are hard at the moment.
She smiles against my lips and nods. “Like you said, blood doesn’t matter. You’re here, you married me, you will protect us, and you will provide for us. You won’t leave us when it gets hard. You made a promise to love us. As far as I’m concerned, that is the definition of a father. I’ve wanted to tell you that since we got engaged. I didn’t because I was nervous about the process getting messy.” She grabs my face, searching my eyes. “Is that…do you …”
“Yes, yes, gem. It would be my honor to be his father,” I say, resting my hand on her stomach.
“I didn’t know how to ask you or tell you. I just—“ I smash my mouth on hers again, and she leans forward, pressing her bare chest as close as she can. My face gets wet with the tears that stream down her face. “I want your name right next to mine on that birth certificate, Kai,” she says. I nod and kiss her again.
“You know, after he makes his way into this world, I can’t wait to put more babies in you,” I rasp. “To build a family together. I want a whole soccer team with you,” I tell her nervously. I haven’t told her, as stupid as it sounds in my head, that I want a chance to be better than my father. I want to love and protect my children and raise them up to be who they are meant to be. I want them to have the chance to try and fail instead of survive, and it starts with me.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” she whispers. She grabs my lip with her teeth, then soothes it with her tongue.
“And?” I groan and move my hand.
She whimpers and kisses me again. “I do, too.”
I lean back and look into her eyes. She was terrified about giving birth toourson. “Just like that?” I ask her.
“Just like that. If we’re meant to have that whole soccer team, then we will,” she says, dragging her mouth across mine. “If I wasn’t pregnant already, I would tell you to put a baby in me now,” she says, breathless.
“I would have already, but we certainly can keep practicing.” I smile. She shakes her head, then her mouth drops open as her eyes roll back.
“They do say practice makes perfect, so you’re probably right,” she gasps.
I nod and move my fingers.
She grabs onto my wrist, panting against my mouth. I love seeing her like this. I love the way she melts under my touch.
“Kai,” she moans.
“Tell me, gem, tell me how you want me,” I grit out. She thrusts her chest up, and I bury my face in her.
“Faster,” she moans. I move my hand faster, wishing I got her pants off before I set her on the counter. I grab her nipple with my mouth and bite down gently as she trembles in my hands. I slip my fingers away and pull her off the counter, starting towards the stairs. Her second-trimester belly keeps her from pressing too close to me, but I can make it work. “There will come a day when you can’t do this for a while. I’ll be too top-heavy,” she giggles.
I shake my head and set her feet on the bedroom floor, pulling her pants down the rest of the way before tossing mine after them.
“It won’t be for long. I’m not worried about it,” I say, and she smiles, pulling me down to her level to kiss her again. I straighten and point to the bed. “Lay on your side.” She does as I say, so her back is to me. I spoon her from behind and bring my hand to her front.
“This one is new,” she whispers, clasping her hand around the back of my neck. I rest my chin on her shoulder and kiss her jaw.
“I told you I did research. We have to test everything for the next baby,” I tell her and circle my finger. She whimpers quietly.
“I’ll make sure I’m taking notes.” She moans again.
“Good. Details are important,” I murmur in her ear. I line myself up with her from behind, and she grabs my wrist, throwing her head back against my shoulder.
“Oh,” she moans.
“Good?” I ask her because this might not work for her, so I wait for her to tell me.
She nods, and I go further.
“Yes,” she draws the word out.
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head with the new position. I grab her knee and tilt it towards me, opening her wider.
“More,” she groans. I give her exactly what she asks for and thrust my hips again. She releases my neck and grabs my butt, grasping at the muscle and urging me deeper.
