My chest tightens at the thought of my child not having a complete family like Gareth. Whatever happens, I’m going to take care of this child. I’ve been feeling these small bursts of excitement since I had that heart-to-heart with Reina.
I want to be like Mom. I want to protect my children with my life.
After wrapping my torso in a towel, I step outside the bathroom, drying my hair with a smaller towel.
My feet come to a halt of their own volition when I spot the man standing in the middle of our bedroom.
Kyle.
He followed me.
The thought causes my lips to tremble before I set them in a line.
He must’ve had a shower because all the blood from earlier is gone. He’s wearing a clean white shirt that molds to his taut muscles. His hair is slightly damp, some strands falling on his forehead.
He’s really here.
For a second, we stare at each other silently, as if we’re both processing the reality.
“Can you hear me out?” he asks in a quiet voice.
“About what? Didn’t you already leave a letter and say goodbye?”
He blows out a long breath. “That was a mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“No. I meant what I said, except for one thing.”
“What?” My voice is barely audible.
“The part about how leaving you is the right choice.”
“It isn’t?”
“It fucking isn’t. I know it should be, but I can’t bring myself to part from you.” He smiles a little. “It’s ironic considering I ripped my heart out when I left the room this morning.”
“Why did you, Kyle?”
“I told you, I’m dangerous for you.”
“I get to decide that.”
“I hurt you.” He motions at the bruises at my shoulders.
“Do you think I would’ve let you touch me if you hurt me?” My voice lowers. “I came more times than I could count, if you didn’t notice. Besides, I never asked you to stop. I would’ve if it got to be too much.”
“Still…I was too rough.”
“I love it rough.”
His eyes gleam. He likes that more than he will ever admit, and maybe I’m the same.
“Anything else you’d like to say?” I probe.
“Yeah…I’ll take you to the clinic. I’ll be there for you.”
“I only need a doctor, not the clinic.”
His brows furrow. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“No. The doctor at the hospital said I need an OB-GYN.”
Realization dawns on him and he remains silent before he whispers, “You’re…”
“Keeping it,” I finish for him.
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
“I thought you didn’t want children.”
“That was before, when my insecurities were getting the better of me.”
“And now?”
“Now, I’m confident enough to do it. I want to be a good mother like Mom and Reina. Don’t get me wrong, though—switching my pills was a dick move that I’ll hold over your head for the rest of your life.”
He remains silent for a beat before he shoves a hand in his pocket.
I watch him and his silence before I blurt, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“I want to ask something, but I’m not sure if I want to hear the answer.”
“You won’t know unless you ask.” And he needs to get closer because the distance between us is getting on my nerves.
“Do I have a place in the child’s future?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You’re the father.”
“How about your future?”
“What do you think?”
His intense blue eyes bore into mine before he sighs. “I don’t know. All I know is that I realize I fucked up, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
“Whatever it takes?”
“Anything, Princess.”
“Then don’t ever leave me. Ever. I mean it, Kyle. If you dare leave me again, I’ll unleash my wrath on you.”
A small smile tugs on his lips as he stalks toward me, his long legs eating up the distance in no time. He stops right in front of me until my space is filled with his scent. “Does this mean you’ll have me back?”
I grab him by the collar of his shirt and rise up on tiptoes to seal my lips to his. My head feels light, even though it barely lasts a couple of seconds.
When I lower back down, it’s like I’ve been levitating and I’m finally hitting the ground.
“I love you, Kyle. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you, but I never had the courage to admit it to you or to myself.”
“Fuck, Princess,” he says breathily. “I think I’ve loved you ever since the first time I met you.”
“You have?”
He nods. “But I was a coward.”
“We both were.” I stroke the collar of his shirt that’s still bunched in my hand. “I think we should make it up to each other.”
“I think so, too.”
“Are you going to kiss me now, husband?”
“Oh, I’ll be doing more than kissing you, wife.”
He picks me up in his arms and I squeal, but the sound is devoured by his lips on mine.