moving truck, and drive back to Vegas.” My heart is pounding in my chest with the realization that he wants me as much as I want him. It’s also breaking knowing that he’s leaving. I no longer question where I belong, it’s just getting there sooner rather than later. I push up on my toes and press a soft kiss to his demanding lips. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“We’re gonna make this work, Ivy. I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers.
Before I can say anything, the front door pushes open, hitting the wall. “Woah shit sorry. I didn’t realize you guys were screwing already,” Riley says, smiling.
“Fuck off,” Kace growls.
Zane, Harper, and Finn follow behind him. Zane smacks him upside the head but Riley just laughs it off. It’s clear whatever happened to Kace that Riley was also involved. He’s got signs of healing on his face as well.
“So, you guys together or just fucking?” Riley asks, opening the fridge.
“Z, get him away from me before I fucking kill him,” Kace hisses.
Riley laughs as he backs away with his hands up. “Shit, I was just asking.”
I look up at Kace as his piercing eyes are holding their dark stare on Riley. I glance at Harper and wonder if Kace has told anyone I’m pregnant besides for Zane. I guess that’s something we should’ve discussed, but it’s too late now. I can’t exactly bring it up with everyone standing here.
Kace peeks down at me and his eyes soften as he grins. “Ivy and I are together now.” He looks back up at everyone and his attitude quickly changes. “She gets treated with the same respect as Harper. Fucking got it?”
“It’s about time,” Harper says smiling.
Kace rolls his eyes as I feel my face redden. I notice Zane nod at Kace with a small grin and I realize it’s something that they’ve discussed. It makes my stomach swim with butterflies, which immediately leads to me getting nauseous. I try to breathe slowly but I start sweating and there’s no avoiding it. I run to the bathroom, slamming the door shut as I make it to the toilet just in time. I only have a bit of water in my stomach so after that is out, I can’t stop the dry heaving. I can’t stop the tears that are rushing down my face. I’m so tired of feeling sick and throwing up. I don’t know how I’m going to handle this for all these months.
The door pushes open and I don’t even need to look to know it’s Kace. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he sighs. Just like last time, he rubs my back and it starts to relax me. I rest my head on my arm and continue to cry.
“I’m so tired of being sick,” I say into the toilet.
“We need to get you to a doctor. Maybe they can give you something,” he says getting up and wetting washcloths.
“I don’t think there’s much they can do,” I whisper.
He places a cold washcloth on the back of my neck and hands me the other to wipe my face. “You won’t know unless you ask.” We sit in silence for a few minutes until he kisses the top of my head. “Are you alright for now?”
I sigh and sit up. “Yeah.” He lifts me off the floor again. “You don’t need to carry me,” I say. I’ll admit I love that he is though. It’s incredibly sweet and shows me this caring, protective side that I’m starting to love. Being pressed against his solid body is not something I’ll complain about. He carries me to my bed and lays me on it. I smile up at him as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Kace, this is all very sweet, but I can’t come to bed every time I’m sick. I’ll never be out of bed.”
“All the more reason for you to come home with me,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.
I don’t say anything because at this point, I can’t just pick up and leave. I have obligations I need to handle, and I know that he understands that because he’s leaving to handle his. He searches my face and I can tell there’s more he wants to say, but he holds back. I want to push him, but I don’t. I know all too well how difficult it is to say things sometimes.
“I’ll go get you some water and please try to eat some crackers,” he