Tell him.
The words are on the tip of my tongue.
Just say it.
His fingers dig into my waist, and I tighten my arms around his neck, wanting to get closer to him.
Even with his hands on my body, it’s not enough. I want to feel his skin against mine, to have the weight of him on top of me.
I’m desperate to tell him that I’m carrying his child, but before I can muster the courage to say the words, he pulls back, and the moment is gone in an instant.
“I have to go,” he says, almost reluctantly. “I need to get this to someone to verify the contents, then talk with my brothers to decide how we want to proceed.”
I force a smile as I step away from him, even though it makes my heart ache at the thought of watching him leave when there’s still so much I want to say to him.
“Don’t overdo it,” I warn as he gets to his feet. “You need rest, or you’ll burn out.”
He nods, meeting my gaze for a moment, and there’s a flicker of something soft and tender there before his expression hardens into focus.
“I’ll come back home after I’ve sorted this out and take a nap. You could always join me if you like?”
My cheeks burn, and he flashes me a wink before heading out.
As I watch him leave, my hands move to rest on my stomach, a habit that I think will give me away if I’m not careful.
It’s still surreal that I’m going to have Kieran’s baby, and yet, somehow, it doesn’t feel like I’m alone in this.
He has already proven to me that he’s trustworthy, and the fact that his first reaction to me giving him the evidence was to hold me and assure me his feelings are real speaks louder than any words he could speak.
It’s enough to make the fear of losing him a little less suffocating.
