Kane(108)

 

I nodded my head.

 

She shook her head. “I have no fuckin’ idea what will happen between them, but whatever does go down, no doubt it’ll be fuckin’ insane. I expect nothin’ less from Damien Slater.”

 

 

 

 

 

Five weeks later...

 

 

 

“Yeah, I get that, but what I don’t understand is how women can bleed for days... and not die? That blows my mind.”

 

Alec?

 

I walked into the kitchen, leaned against the doorway, and folded my arms across my chest.

 

“We’ve been over this,” Branna groaned and rubbed her hand over her tired face. “That blood supply is not pumped from your heart. It doesn’t come from a veins or arteries-”

 

“Then where does it come from?” Alec cut Branna off in an ah-ha tone like he caught her on something.

 

What in the hell did I walk in on?

 

Branna stared at Alec. “I’m too sober to have this conversation with you.”

 

I snorted and it got both Alec and Branna’s attention.

 

“Preggers!” Alec beamed when he saw me and jumped to his feet.

 

He walked over to me and leaned his head down to my stomach, kissed it, and rubbed it with his hand. “Hello, baby.” He stood up straight and rubbed my head, kissed my cheek, then said, “Hello, Mama.”

 

I smiled and rubbed his chest. “Hello, Uncle.”

 

“Is this a new thing?” Branna asked from the table. “Rubbin’ and kissin’ body parts when we greet one another?”

 

“Yes!” Alec instantly replied. “Yes, it is, and for future greetings, my preferred body part to be rubbed and kissed is between my thighs.”

 

“Pervert,” I said laughing as I playfully swatted at him before walking over to the table where I sat down across from Branna.

 

I groaned as my feet pulsed with delight when my weight was taken off them.

 

“Tired?” Branna asked me, smiling.

 

I nodded my head. “I’m exhausted, and me feet are killin’ me. I feel like I gained fifty stone this week alone. I can’t stop eatin’ pizza. It’s a curse.”

 

Branna snickered at me. “You’ll be fine; it’s just your cravin’s.”

 

I frowned. “Why can’t I crave fruit or vegetables though? Why does it have to be pizza? I have no willpower to stay away from it.”

 

Alec laughed from the sink as he filled himself up a glass of water. “Blame Kane. Pizza was all he ate back on the compound.”

 

“What are we blaming me on?”

 

Speak of the Devil.

 

I didn’t look at Kane as he entered the room; I was too tired to even move my head.

 

“Aideen has pizza cravings, and pizza is all you ate when we were kids so I told her to blame you for her weight gain,” Alec snickered.

 

Kane mumbled curse words at him then moved across the room to me where he hunkered down next to me and nudged my arm with his head. “What weight gain? You look hotter than ever.”

 

I growled. “Don’t. I’m too tired to hit you for lyin’.”

 

Kane chuckled and leaned in, pecking my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine, and it only caused me to lean into him further.

 

I sighed against his mouth. “Did I give you your second injection yet? I can’t remember.”

 

Kane licked my lower lip before he pulled back and said, “No, we can go do it now... then watch a movie?”

 

That sounded perfect.

 

“Okay. Help me up.”

 

Kane stood up, took hold of my hands, and pulled.

 

My back clicked and I groaned. “That felt brilliant.”

 

Branna laughed at me. “It’s goin’ to be interestin’ to see how you are in a few months when you’re bigger.”

 

Bigger?

 

“If I get any bigger, I’ll split in two,” I said to Branna, my eyes narrowed.

 

She burst into laughter. “You’re twenty-seven weeks gone, and though you are big for that time scale, wait till you’re four weeks out from your due date. That is when hell happens. You will balloon out, you’ll be constantly uncomfortable, you’ll never sleep, you’ll cry a lot... all the good stuff.”

 

I stared at Branna, my eyes wide.

 

“I hate you.”

 

She laughed as I left the room with Kane in tow.

 

“Bye, preggers!” Alec shouted after me.

 

I grunted but didn’t reply.

 

I walked up the first flight of stairs without much effort, but halfway up the second flight, it almost killed me. “I can’t make it up to your room,” I groaned.