CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
Alora’S POV.
Until the moment I was ushered into the bedroom, I still could not believe the news.
I’m pregnant.
My hand has hardly left my stomach since the announcement was made. I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a baby. I’m going to be a mother. Jayce is going to be a father. We are going to be parents.
How crazy is that?
“Are you alright, baby?” Jayce asks calmly as he perches by my side on the bed. I look up at him and try to smile, but fail woefully and I wonder why because I am truly, genuinely happy about this news. About the fact that I’m pregnant. I nod my head and clear my throat to answer him.
“Yes.” The smile manages to show, but it’s strained. “I’m alright.”
“But you don’t look too good.”
“I’m just, you know, shocked.” Which I shouldn’t be because this was planned. After my full moon period, came my heat period where we purposely had sex for me to get pregnant, so I don’t know why I’m shocked now that it has happened.
He smiles sweetly at me, taking my hands in his. I smile harder when he takes the hand to his mouth and kisses it. The feel of his lips on my hand makes a tingle shoot down my spine. I tremble. He feels it and his body shakes with laughter. His laugh is like a weapon of mass seduction and I’m its biggest target.
“Are you happy-shocked or angry-shocked about the situation?” His honey coated voice asks with so much caution, it makes me understand he’s being very careful with his words. I place my other hand on his and broaden my smile.
“Of course it’s happy-shock. This was planned by both of us and I’m happy it worked.” The weight of his stare on my face is like an anvil, making each inhale progressively more difficult. My heart feels like a war drum against my chest.
“I love you Alora.” My knees buckle. Luckily I’m not standing because my knees would have given way for me to reach the ground. He knows how to make my insides melt from a single sentence. He kisses my hand yet again, sending another current of energy through me. His eyes speak a hundred unspoken promises.
He doesn’t need to say the words because I already know.
I’m already aware of the fact that he is more than willing to embark on this journey with me. That he will be with me every step of the way and he’ll play his part to the fullest. He will give me everything I need. Affection, attention… I just need to say the word.
He will do anything for me and this child I’m carrying because he loves us unconditionally.
And I do not need to be told I’m the luckiest girl alive right now.
“I love you Jayce, even more.” I put my arms around his neck and kiss him. He pulls me onto his lap and holds me tightly as his lips parts mine. I become aware of every pore in my body when his tongue enters my mouth. I push him onto the bed, straddling him, pinning him as if I never want to let him go. His hands rests on my hips and their heart sings through the thin silk of my nightgown. My hair falls around our faces like a curtain. I can’t kiss him fast enough, hard enough to express the rushing need within me. He growls softly and deftly flips us over, spreading me beneath him as he wrenches his lips from my body and makes a trail of kisses down my neck. My eyes are closed and I’m on cloud nine, expecting his lips to venture further onto other sensitive places, but they don’t.
One, two, seven, twenty seconds later, I could no longer feel his lips on my body. My eyes snap open and my eyes meet with his ever charming brown eyes that have the tendency to drown me each time I look into them for too long.
“Why did you stop?” I ask breathlessly. Scanning his smiling face.
Why did he stop?
Why is he smiling?
“I just remembered something we need to talk about.”
“Can’t it wait till we’re done with this?” He calmly shakes his head and jerks himself from my body. Soon, we are both sitting again and I’m frowning like a teenager who just got grounded.
I’m so horny right now and I want him to take me right here and now.
“What is it?” I try to ask calmly, but my voice doesn’t not comply. It tells him just how much I’m irritated at the fact that he stopped kissing me. I see him try to smother a chuckle and my anger gets ever darker.
He’s laughing at me.
Great.
“It’s about your training.” He finally speaks. I squint at him.
“What about it?”
“Now that you are pregnant, it’s not advisable for you to engage in rigorous physical activities, so you’ll have to stop.” I go mute as I try to digest his words. Try to understand what he means, but it makes no sense to me.
I give him a critical look.
“I… I…” I stutter, shaking my head. “I don’t understand what you mean by that. Why can’t I train when I’m pregnant?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“No, it’s not.” He sighs and rubs his forehead with his thumb and index finger. “What I mean is, there are less rigorous trainings I could take up. Training that is safe for pregnant women.”
“There is no safe training for pregnant women.”
“Says whom?” I raise my voice slightly.
“Alora. What I’m trying to say is…”
“I know what you are trying to say, and I don’t agree with it. I’m pregnant, not dying. I can keep up with less rigorous training. I don’t have to stop.”
“You have to. You will.” His words are firm and heavy with conviction. He’s not asking my opinion on the issue. “Please let’s not fight about this. Just listen to me once.”
“We are already fighting because I’m not listening to you. I’m going to keep going for training.” I tell him firmly. He sighs, shaking his head and rising to his feet.
He’s upset. I can feel it.
“I’m gonna go for a walk.”
“So you’re just gonna leave me here all alone after finding out I’m carrying your child?” I nag.
“Alora, please.” He whispers breathlessly and exits the bedroom. I look around and let out an angry scream as he closes the door behind him.
Why is he so annoying?