LOGINTwo months had passed since Michelle came into our lives, and I was finally starting to feel like a human being again. My body had healed faster than I thought it could. I guess it had to do with my morning exercise. Kielan told me he liked how I was, with my stomach bigger than it was before we got together, but I didn't. I wanted to return to how I was because I liked it. Well, in the end, what I wanted won out over what he wanted, so I started exercising with John, who was reluctant to follow me since he believed Jack was spending more time with Michelle and might end up being the best uncle while he was acting as my running partner. Kielan was busy with the baby and his work, so he only followed me whenever he had time, with the baby strapped to his chest. I was beginning to believe he was about to replace me with that little creature who had gotten so used to her dad. She cries whenever he leaves her. I need to have a long talk with that girl. Someone needed to put her in her
Two weeks had passed in a blur of sleepless nights and milk-stained shirts, and Kielan had never looked more exhausted, or should I say, more alive. Even though he was the one who practically took care of everything concerning the baby, aside from breastfeeding, he always looked happy doing it. You would think he got a reward out of it.I didn't even know my fiancé would be a damned girl's dad. She was only 2 weeks old, and she already had him wrapped around her cute pinkie. Her wardrobe was now full, and we had to get another one, yet her dad hadn't stopped getting her things.I had to ask Jack to watch him so he would stop spending every damned time he stepped out, but things didn't work like I thought they would. Instead of stopping him, Jack even joined.I felt John would do the job well, but it turned out he was worse than Jack. The two were competing to know who would be the best uncle. Where did that leave me??Helpless to do anything because whenever I told them it was too mu
We resumed walking, slower now, with my fingers laced through his. He mentioned the house and the nursery they'd finally finished painting in light red because I liked the colour. Besides, we didn't want to follow the normal blue for boys and pink for girls. Hell, I don't mind if my baby boy likes pink and my baby girl loves blue or even black. “The crib came yesterday,” he said. “I put it together myself. Took four hours and I only swore twice.”“I'm sure it's perfect.” I knew he was waiting for praise. That's my damned lover. He might act as if he didn't care for every little thing, but he liked it whenever I appreciated every damned little thing he did. Talking about cribs, he told me this last night before I went to sleep, so I already knew what would come next and how to respond to his questions. He didn't disappoint my expectations at all. “It's crooked. One side is higher than the other. But it's sturdy.” He grinned. “She'll never know.”“Of course, she won't,” I agreed. “Sh
LYLAHTwo Months LaterThe mirror is definitely lying. I can't prove it, but I know. I can't be the woman in this mirror. She looked so unlike me. My face was rounder, and my body was now bigger than it had ever been. The baby had dropped low, and every movement I made felt like I was having a damned freaking battle with the Grim Reaper. “You're beautiful,” Kielan said from the doorway, and I turned with a raised brow. “You can't be serious.”“Of course I am.” He smiled, looking at me with awe. His eyes were practically sparkling as he looked at me.“My feet look like something a frog spat on,” I muttered as I waddled toward him. “And I haven't seen my ankles in three weeks.” It was frustrating when I couldn't even do the basic things I used to do. Everything I did felt like a fucking damned chore. When I got to him, he knelt without hesitation. His hands were gentle as he slipped my swollen feet into the soft slippers he'd bought after I complained about the ones I was wearing pre
KIELANI didn't wait to be told twice. You could say I was addicted to her taste. I'd been between her thighs a hundred times before she carried my child, but now, she tasted different. It could be because she was fuller now. Her scent had deepened into something I couldn't name, something that made my mouth water before I even touched her.I helped her out of the cotton maternity undies she was wearing. Despite making it sound like she didn't want to do it, she was already wet; so fucking wet. I spread her open with my thumbs and stared at the pink folds before I lowered my mouth to my feast and dragged my tongue up through her slick folds in one long, slow taste.She gasped. That first taste, fuck. It was Sweet and salty and her. Her hips bucked, and I pressed her back down.“Fuck,” she breathed. I took my time. I dragged my tongue from her entrance to her clit, feeling every ridge and every flutter of her muscles. She was clenching desperately for contact, and I gave it to her.
LYLAHThe days that followed were the best. Kielan kept me on the bed most of the time, and I made sure I fed him. I had Jack employ a cook just so he wouldn't have to make his meals himself. I needed him fed enough so he would return to how he was before chemo. So far, there had been improvements. I hadn't seen his ribs for days now. Compared to how slim he looked when he returned from the hospital, he was getting healthier by the day.“What are you thinking of?” he asked the moment he stepped into the room.I was sitting on the bed, staring out the window while thinking of him.I grinned. “You.”“Of course, I already know that.” Smirking, he closed the distance between us, got on the bed and placed his head on my thighs. He placed his hands on his chest and closed his eyes.I rubbed the hair on his head. It was growing, even though it wasn't at a faster pace. In a month or two, it would be full enough for me to tug on them without—Wait a damned minute. In two months, I won't be thi
KIELANI didn't think she would disobey. Where did I go wrong with her? I'd thought last night broke her enough to know she couldn't defy me, but it seemed I was wrong. There had been a thrill with chasing her though, but now, I decided, she needs to learn her lesson. She needs to learn to always c
Unconsciously, I drew another step back, and his eyes narrowed in on that. His lips lifted in a sadistic smile and I clenched my fists, feeling the shiver run down my spine. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and my lips dried. Swallowing was almost painful. Kielan paused in his steps and crooked
“Have a safe trip,” Kielan had said to me when I left this morning. He had been almost well-behaved. Not only did he help me with my bath, but he also prepared breakfast and carried me downstairs for it. I almost forgave him for what he did to me last night. Almost. But I didn't do that. It was a
LYLAHHave you ever had an interesting series turned off when it was almost at the climax? Ever been refused a drop of water after a long walk in the desert? Starved, made to watch others eating your favourite meal?If you have, you might have an inkling of what he forced me to pass through last ni







