I hoped he wouldn’t be upset about what I had to say next. “Well, what if you don’t have to?” I rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for his answer.
Kian’s brows furrowed. “Have to what?”
“So don’t get upset,” I said.
His brows went up. “Why would I be upset? Do I have a reason to be upset?”
I picked the tray up, put it on the sofa, and took both his hands in mine, lifting him. Then I led him towards the walk-in and threw the door open.
I leaned against the door and crossed my arms as I watched him. Kian kept turning to look at me as he opened drawers and touched the clothes that had been hung up.
Kian walked back to me and stopped right in front of me. “You did this? You unpacked all my stuff?”
I shrugged. “This is your home, our home, I hope… If it’s too much, too soon, I get it. We can get you back at Rhys’s.” I grimaced at the thought. “I don’t want to rush you. Maybe this was too much too soon. I’ll help you pack. I assumed. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m so sorry, Kian.”
Kian pulled my arms apart and stepped into them. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Just kiss me.”
I cupped his face in both of my hands, “You’re not mad?”
Kian shrugged. “Well, I’ve never moved in with a boyfriend in one day. But deep down, I know it’s right, and this”—he gestured to the closet—“it just shows me that you want me. And I guess that’s all I need.”
“I do, Kian. Always and forever.” Boyfriend was too tame a word, but if that was how my mate saw it… It worked for now. Maybe I needed to propose. In his world, that was the equivalent to what we were now. Married.
I leaned forward and took Kian’s sweet lips in a kiss. He tasted of waffles and Kian. He was perfection. Our tongues danced to an age-old song. And like every time before, he took my breath away.
I drank him in and wanted more. My hands slid down to his hips and pulled him even closer.
I lifted him off the ground, and his legs wrapped around my waist even as he threaded his hand in my hair and held on. His tongue swirled and explored inside my mouth. Gods, I would never get tired of kissing him.
When we finally pulled back for air, Kian trailed his finger across my lips. “I guess I gotta tell Rhys I’m moving out.”
“I believe he already knows, love.”
“I guess he does.” Kian wiggled to be put down. “I wanna go exploring around the house, but I’m still hungry. You know, I usually do yogurt or something for breakfast.” He headed back to the tray.
I blew out a breath. “Well, there’s one more thing I have to tell you, actually.”
Kian munched on bacon and looked up at me. “What? More life-changing news?”
I closed my eyes and drew in a breath. And I prayed to Urs this wasn’t what pushed my mate over the edge.
“I may know why you’re a little hungrier than usual.” I pushed my hand in my pocket. “I think you’re pregnant.” I shook my head. “Okay, think isn’t the right word. You’re pregnant.”
Kian laughed. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
I didn’t speak.
“You’re joking. You can’t know that quickly.” Kian shook his head. “I know you’re a big, strong alpha, but even you can’t say for sure,” he teased.
I walked over and pushed the coffee table aside so I could kneel in front of him and take his hand in mine. “I’m serious, baby.”
Kian studied me, and acceptance seemed to enter his eyes. He pulled away from me and folded his arms. “Is that why…” His voice cut off. And he rubbed up and down his arms. “Is that the reason we—”
I couldn’t stand seeing my mate doubt us for a second. I lifted him off the chair and sat where he’d been with him on my lap. Kian was stiff as a board. “Baby, look at me, please.”
He didn’t move. “Kian, please,” I begged.
I waited and waited and was about to ask again when he slowly turned so he was facing me. I chose to take it as a win that he was even still on my lap. Even though his body language said he’d rather be anywhere else.
