“You need to come.” I slap her thigh, causing her to get wetter as her head falls back and her hands slip off my shoulders.

She lies on the counter, her back arches, and her hands roam up her stomach to hold on to her breasts, her fingers pulling on her nipples. Fucking beautiful. I have never seen anything more erotic than her writhing on the counter, getting off on the way I’m fucking her.

My thrusts speed up, and her hand travels down to where mine is rolling over her clit. Her legs wrap tighter around my hips as her pussy begins to convulse, her orgasm milking mine from me.

I lay my head on her chest, trying to catch my breath as I listen to the sound of her heavy breathing and enjoy the feel of her heart. I feel her shaking, and I wonder if she’s crying. When I look up at her, her head is back and there is a stunning smile on her face, which I can see even in the moonlight.

“I’m going to get offended in a minute,” I tell her.

Her head tilts down and our eyes lock. “Don’t. That was awesome.”

I chuckle and pull my weight off her, helping her to sit up while simultaneously sliding out of her. “Why were you laughing?”

“It’s nothing.” She closes her eyes.

I look down, seeing that I have once again fucked up and not worn a condom. I have never had this issue before her, and I don’t understand what it says about her that she has the ability to cause me to be so reckless. Not that I would mind her ending up pregnant, but I know that that’s not something she is comfortable with at this time, and I respect and love her enough to give that to her—at least for the time being.

“Tell me?” I pick my shirt up and help her slip it on.

“Just…at the rate we’re going, I will never be able to start birth control.”

“Pardon?”

She bites her lip then looks around before looking at me. “The doctor said I couldn’t start until after I have my period.” Her brow furrows and then her eyes get big.

“What?”

“Oh no,” she whispers, covering her mouth.

“Myla, what?”

“I’m late,” she breathes as all the color drains out of her face.

“Late for what?” I question, still confused.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no…” she chants, her eyes still locked with mine.

Then it hits me.

Late. She is late for her period.

I feel my body lighten, but then I take in her ashen expression and instantly become concerned. “Talk to me,” I tell her gently while tucking myself back into my slacks.

“It’s too soon. We’re not ready.”

“It’s not too soon.” I gently place my hand on her stomach, overwhelmed by the thought that my child could be growing in there right now.

“We need to go to the store,” she says, moving my hand and jumping off the counter.

“I’ll send someone.”

“No,” she pleads, grabbing me with both hands. “If I am, I don’t want anyone to know.”

“We, makamae,” I growl.

“What?” She shakes her head, looking around the kitchen.

“That’s my son growing inside you. You’re not in this alone, nor will you ever be.”

“Kai.” She shakes her head and tears begin to fill her eyes.

“This is our moment, and we won’t share it with anyone else, but this is about both of us,” I tell her firmly.

“You’re right,” she whispers. “I just… I just never planned for this. For any of this.”

I catch a tear as it falls and remind her softly, “I never planned for any of this, either.”

“I know.” She closes her eyes then opens them back up. “I need to know if I am.”

“I’ll take you to the drugstore. We don’t even know if you are, so you may still get your wish.” I hear the deadness in my tone as I lead her back to our room. I grab a clean shirt as she quickly gets dressed.

The trip to and from the store is silent. I’m trying not to be pissed about this situation. I understand there is a lot to take into consideration, but I’m angry that she acts as if it would be the end of the world to have my child.

“Let me do that,” I tell her, noticing that she is shaking. I take the box from her hand and open it up.

“What if it’s negative?” she whispers, looking at the test.

I fight back the words that are on the tip of my tongue, and when she speaks, I’m glad I did.

“On the way to the store, I imagined what it would be like to know that I was pregnant. I was still scared, but there was also excitement mixed in there. Now, if I go and take this test and it’s negative, I think I may be disappointed.”

The anger that was building simmers down. I tilt her chin up so that I can look her in the eyes. “There’s always someday, Myla.”

She nods and walks to the bathroom, pausing to look at me over her shoulder before walking in and closing the door. It feels like forever that she is out of my sight, so when the door opens and she walks out, I pull her into an embrace.

“Do you have a watch?” she asks quietly.

“Yeah.”

“We’re supposed to wait three minutes,” she whispers before burying her face in my chest.

I look at my watch, set the timer, wrap my arms around her, and then wait. When the alarm goes off, I press a kiss to the top of her head before she pulls away. She comes back a second later, holding the test in her hand.