Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,36
more reason than ever to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her head into my neck. She’s crying and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me. I know it’s her being pregnant that is making her cry so much because in all the time I’ve known her, I never once saw her cry.
She suddenly jumps up and runs down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door. I rush after her and find her on the floor with her head in the toilet. I squat behind her and rub her back while she empties her stomach. When she’s finished, I wet two washcloths. I hand her one and the other I place on the back of her neck. She sighs as she lays her head down on her arm, still on the toilet.
“Are you okay?”
She lifts her eyes to me and shakes her head. “Yeah but I’m tired.”
I lift her into my arms as she tries to protest. I carry her to the bedroom and sit her down on the bed. “Let me help you out of these clothes and then I’ll get you some water,” I say. I pull her shirt off and I need to remind myself she’s not feeling well when I’m met with her perfect tits. She’s got no fucking bra on. I keep my focus on her pink and white shorts, pulling them off her legs.
“I’ll grab a shirt,” she says, keeping an arm around her chest.
“Where is it?” I ask, stepping back. She tells me where to find it and once I do, I hand it to her. I don’t trust myself to be any closer to her naked body. Once she has it on, I pull back her comforter and she crawls under it. I pull it up around her and smile before leaving the room. I grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge and I look for crackers in the cabinet. I did a little research when she left and read that crackers can help with morning sickness.
When I return, she is in a ball appearing so much smaller than normal. I can see she doesn’t feel well, and it kills me that I can’t do anything else. I sit on the edge of the bed and place the water on the nightstand. “I read that crackers can help with morning sickness. Do you want to try to eat a couple?” I ask, running my hand through her hair.
“Maybe later, I’ll just have a little water,” she says reaching for it.
She takes a few very small sips and I take it from her when she reaches to put it down. “Try to get some sleep,” I say, leaning over and pressing a kiss on the side of her head. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.”
As I stand, she grabs my arm and I turn my head to look at her. “Can you lay with me awhile?”
I search her face noticing the exhaustion and hope in her eyes. “Of course, I can, sweetheart.”
I strip out of everything but my boxers and climb into bed next to her. I can’t remember a time I just laid with a woman, but in this moment, I don’t want anything more. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to me. The feel of her small body pressed against me makes me feel peaceful for the first time since I was a kid.
I flatten my hand on her stomach and she startles. I give it a minute to see if she tells me to move it, but she doesn’t. I rub my thumb lazily against her feeling overwhelmed that my baby is inside of her. I press a kiss below her ear and sigh. “I know we didn’t plan this, but right now holding you and my baby, it’s the most peaceful and happy I’ve felt since I was a kid,” I whisper.
“I feel safe in your arms,” she whispers.
“You are sweetheart. You both are.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her relax more into me. I can also feel her wipe her tears. There’s nothing else to say, I just keep my protective hand over my baby as my arm keeps Ivy safely against me. I could get used to this.
“I’m going to try to get her to come back with me,” I say to Z as I stand outside smoking.