Chapter 9 #3
My kūkū said that Akamu was her person. Good or bad, rain or shine, he was her person.
The first person she thought about when she woke up and the last person she thought about before she went to sleep.
The person she reached for no matter the circumstances.
The person she knew she could rely on regardless for everything and never questioned his presence.
The day I met Aloiki Ka’ana’ana, he became my person.
It happened so suddenly and fast that I hesitated to tell him so soon.
Looking back on it, he felt the same way.
His actions have always been louder than his words, but I wasn’t ready to listen.
We were together for five plus years before I left him and separated over four. Even apart, he was still my person.
At his core, Aloiki was a protector. That didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole too.
Nishi and he got on like crab and tea, but they always agreed that they loved me.
Even when she was pissed at him, Nishi had no argument against the fact that Aloiki wasn’t an asshole to me.
Domineering, overbearing, and forceful, yes, but not an asshole.
I got asked once why I allowed Aloiki to share me with other men.
First and foremost, because it was hot as fuck.
There was a power exchange I couldn’t really describe, and the knowledge that I could always say no.
I loved being worshiped and doted on, and the men Aloiki chose were never random.
They were men he caught admiring me, men he knew wanted me with every fiber of their being.
He enjoyed being the one who had the power of allowing them that desire, or denying them.
That was one of the biggest differences from our relationship before to now: Aloiki no longer shared me.
He meant to. The first porn shoot we did upon my return had just been us.
The second one was supposed to be with two others.
Aloiki had made it known that, while the club members were allowed to participate in the shoots if they chose, none of them were going to ever be ones who touched me.
I thought that was a decent rule, since I rarely saw the men he shared me with again and would like to keep it that way.
We’d been mid-shoot, and thankfully it hadn’t been a live one.
I’d worn a butt plug all day in anticipation of Aloiki taking me anally while offering my pussy to the two other men.
It had been just like before. I sensed nothing wrong, nor did I feel anything wrong.
It was hot as hell to see the other two men antsy with excitement because they wanted me.
But at the last second, right before the other two men came on camera, Aloiki called it off. I was confused, thinking something was wrong. Tangaloa had taken the other two men out, who were boisterously disappointed, and then returned to ask Aloiki if he wanted to keep shooting.
Aloiki had just shrugged, flipped me over onto my belly and then fucked my ass with such vehemence that I had trouble sitting down for days. Suddenly, there was a new rule in our relationship: it was just us.
And I thought it was hot when Aloiki had the power over who he shared me with?
It was nothing, absolutely nothing, on the excitement and arousal I felt when he declared that I was solely his.
It was significant in a way I hadn’t even realized was necessary for us, something I hadn’t known I’d wanted until he provided it to me.
So as I stared at that plastic stick I’d just peed on with two little pink lines, I knew there was no question of paternity. The baby could only be Aloiki’s.
A baby. I really wasn’t all that shocked, especially with how reckless we were the first few days of our reunion. I couldn’t even blame it solely on Aloiki, because I was fully aware every single time we had unprotected sex. Had I been subconsciously aiming for this?
I didn’t see how or why. I’d never been overly maternal or had that baby fever that a lot of women talked about. I’d never had the urge to be pregnant.
Staring at the positive pregnancy test, though, it was surreal. I wanted this baby.
I shouldn’t. I should be trying to figure out my options because Aloiki had been very clear about not wanting to be a father. I should be putting my efforts into finding Nishi and then helping her through whatever heinous acts had been committed against her.
I should not be thinking about little booties and mini coconut bras and small fingers curled around mine. I wasn’t even positive I’d ever smelled a newborn’s head before, but I swore in that moment I had a sweet, almost milky scent in my nose.
A baby.
I touched my middle. Aloiki had been practically shoving food down my throat since I moved back in with him.
Claimed I was too skinny. He’d also stocked the freezer with Rocky Road and threatened bodily harm against anyone who touched my ice cream.
Just another way that he showed me his affections without saying the words—though he’d certainly gotten better about that too.
We were in such a good place. The only dark stain on our relationship at present was Nishi’s unknown fate. It killed me that my best friend was missing and it killed Aloiki that he was failing to keep his promise to me.
It would be cruel to blame him. If he gave up, if he wiped his hands of the situation and just moved on, I would feel differently. Because there was a difference in failing versus breaking a promise.
Despite what he might believe from his bedroom skills, Aloiki wasn’t magical nor a god.
Looking for Nishi wasn’t just looking for a needle in a haystack; it was looking for a specific needle in a stack of needles.
I was stupid and foolish to think that getting kidnapped myself would lead me to her.
I’d been so wrapped up in panic and worry for my best friend that I hadn’t stopped to think I might share her fate.
Tears ran down my cheeks. Nishi loved babies. I felt her absence like a gaping hole inside my chest, now more than ever. I didn’t know how Aloiki was going to react to the news of my pregnancy, and I wanted my best friend beside me when I told him.
I would tell him too, and soon. Beyond that he deserved to know as the father, we’d sworn not to keep secrets this time. Open communication, be it good or bad. I didn’t want to keep this from him either. I just wished I could guess how he would react.
Silent disappointment was my assumption. When he got quiet and mopey, like a child whose favorite toy had just been broken. In his mind, he likely would think that analogy apropos. He certainly loved playing with my pussy, and it wasn’t going to be the same after this.
My shoulders slumped. He was outside overseeing the construction to the bunkhouse, but this couldn’t wait. I needed to find him and go tell him.
Leaving the bathroom, I debated on grabbing his phone from the nightstand where it had been charging. Aloiki was awful about remembering to grab it, and for some reason, I felt like I needed an icebreaker before spilling my news. But then decided against it.
While I did not consider myself a coward, I was fucking nervous.
We’d sworn we were in this to the end, but we never said anything about a baby when we made those vows.
Which brought me full circle back to how reckless we were those first few days.
True, I’d taken the Morning After pill, and that had obviously failed.
Would he blame me? Think I’d done this on purpose? My gut told me ‘no’, but my rising anxiety wouldn’t let the question go.
I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn’t see Rory standing in my kitchen until he moved. I caught him in my peripheral and jumped.
“Kahaha!” I exclaimed, hand to my chest. The other flipped the pregnancy test so it was lying along the inside of my wrist and arm. I wasn’t wearing shorts with pockets so I didn’t have anywhere else to hide it. “Rory! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Rory was shorter than Aloiki but more muscled. He had a long mane of reddish-brown hair and bright green eyes that portrayed his Irish roots, but his skin was noticeably tanner than one would expect of an Irishman. That’s where his Polynesian blood came in.
I met Rory about eight years ago at a party Aloiki took me to, a fundraiser to protect the reefs. Aloiki had gone to collect information on a man who was giving money to the foundation as a PR stunt after his tanker boat leaked fuel, polluting the water in that area.
I always thought Rory to be a sweetheart, and I felt sorry that I hadn’t been here to mourn Aaleah’s death with him.
I was very grateful he wanted to rekindle our friendship after my abrupt absence and was willing to be here in my time of need.
He had not been shy about blaming Aloiki for Aaleah’s death, which I thought was unfair.
I just wasn’t sure how to approach the topic without bringing up bad memories for Rory.
He never said anything negative about Aloiki in front of me.
“Sorry,” he chuckled low, closing the fridge. “Just came in for a water.”
Unlike the others in the club, Rory was wearing his cut over a t-shirt.
Shit. I did it again. Skipper was wearing his cut over a t-shirt.
He was wearing socks and a pair of tan cargo shorts.
In comparison to the others outside, he probably looked like he was dressed for a blizzard.
At least he took his boots off before he came inside. I appreciated that.
Since the former barn was under construction, the members currently had free rein of our fridge and freezer. Other than my ice cream, that is.
As much as I loved the ambiance of the club, I was looking forward to when the house was just Aloiki and me again. Well, Aloiki, Tangaloa, and me again. I doubt Tangaloa was going to be moving out into the bunkhouse once construction was completed.