Chapter 49 I’m Glad You’re A Murderer
I’m Glad You’re A Murderer
One month later...
Tess to Kai: Would we have ever met if I never killed Jake? I hope so. [unsent]
Tess
My heart hammers against my ribs as I wait for the doctor to call my name.
Kai’s hand rests on my thigh, grounding me while every instinct screams at me to bolt—bury my head in the sand and pretend none of this is happening.
“Tessa Sinclair?”
I jolt upright.
A man in his late sixties smiles warmly, motioning for us to follow him.
We step into a sterile room. I won’t bother describing it—you know what a doctor’s office looks like.
“Please, take a seat,” he says, gesturing toward the chair in the centre. You know the one—the kind with stirrups designed to expose your pussy for the room's viewing pleasure.
Thank fuck I don’t have to do that today.
I gulp and obey, my nerves coiling tight. Kai’s fingers lace through mine, quietly reassuring, while we wait. Every second the doctor spends tapping at his computer is excruciating.
Finally, he looks up with a too-bright smile. “So, looks like you’re here for a pregnancy check-up?”
I nod.
“Alright. Based on your timeline, we should be able to do an ultrasound. Sound good?”
Kinda why we’re here. So, yes.
“Yes, please,” I say instead.
He instructs me to roll up my top. The first drop of gel hits my stomach, and I yelp.
The doctor chuckles as he glides the ultrasound wand—thing?—over my stomach, pressing harder than expected. Then—
“Yep, definitely a baby in there.”
My brain flatlines.
The doctor turns the screen toward us.
“What am I looking at?” I ask, panic creeping in when I see nothing but static.
Kai leans in, brow furrowed.
The doctor chuckles. “Most people struggle at first. Here”—he points at a tiny blob—“that’s your baby.”
I stare, awestruck.
“You’re about two months along. Have you decided what you want to do?”
We took weeks to process this before coming here. We’ve had every conversation, explored every option. But despite all that, we haven’t reached a decision.
Keep it? Adoption? Abortion? Even thinking about the last one tightens my chest.
I glance at Kai, searching for an answer. But his eyes are fixed on the screen, lips parted in a small ‘o’.
“We’re having a baby,” he breathes, almost to himself.
Then his gaze drops to mine.
“Are we doing this?” I whisper, needing to hear him say it. The second I saw the screen, the second it became real, I knew—I can’t give this baby up. No matter who the father is.
Kai nods, cupping my cheeks and kissing me—not as chastely as he probably should, given the doctor is right there, but the man does a good job ignoring us.
“Do you want this?” Kai asks, his thumb stroking my cheek.
I nod.
His grin transforms his face. “I’m gonna be a dad.”
Then his expression drops. Panic floods his features as he pushes back from the chair, pacing. Running a hand through his hair. “Oh shit. I’m going to be a dad. I don’t know how to do that. It’s not like I had good role models growing up. What if I’m like them? What if I—”
“Kai,” I cut in, grabbing his arm. “It’s going to be fine.”
His frantic gaze snaps to mine. “Is it?”
“Well... I don’t know. But you’re freaking me out. That’s my job.”
The rest of the appointment is a blur of pamphlets and information overload. By the time we step outside, my brain feels like it might actually explode.
“I need food,” I groan.
Kai’s hand rests on the small of my back, sending warmth through me. “Any cravings?”
“I want a frappuccino.”
“That’s not food,” he laughs, but he’s already steering me toward the nearest Starbucks.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” I grumble.
Kai just shakes his head, opening the café door.
After a long wait, I walk out clutching a chocolate frappuccino (sans coffee) and a panini. Kai drives us home, and I hum happily in the passenger seat.
He glances at me, lips twitching. “You seem happier.”
I exhale. “I am.” I pause. “I’m scared, obviously. Terrified to find out the paternity. But… I’m also kind of excited.”
The doctor scheduled us a second appointment, one where they can do some blood tests to find out the father.
The odds are in Kai’s favour. I know this. But it doesn’t fully settle the anxiety.
He nods, slowing as he pulls into the driveway.
Opening my door, he helps me out before dragging me into a kiss, his tongue dancing with mine before he pulls away, heat evident in his eyes.
We settle on the couch after finishing our food. I curl my legs up, resting my head against his shoulder.
“Do you think we’re gonna be okay?” I ask softly.
Kai exhales. “I don’t know what the future holds, Hurricane. But I know I want you in it.”
A tear slips down my cheek. “Who knew murdering my boyfriend would lead to this?”
Kai brushes the tear away, then kisses me—deep and lingering.
“I’m glad you’re a murderer,” he murmurs.
I grin against his lips. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Oh, you want romance?” Kai asks, his eyes darkening as he pulls me into his lap.
My breath catches as I feel him hardening beneath me. My hips rock against him and he groans as he pulls my head down, teasing my lips open with his tongue.
In a swift movement he flips us so I’m lying on the sofa, his weight pressing against me. Kai slips his fingers under the waistband of my jeans, popping open the button and pulling them and my underwear off my legs.
He kisses his way up to me, taking his time like he’s savouring the moment. He lingers on my belly, kissing it gently and rubbing his thumb over my navel. His eyes meet mine and he grins. “You’re gonna be a MILF.”
I laugh, shaking my head at him, as I pull him back up to me.
Anticipation buzzes over my skin. Impatience has me ripping my top up over my head and pushing at Kai’s to expose his chest.
He chuckles wickedly, removing his clothing then covering me with his body, the hard planes of him in stark contrast to my softness.
Kai kisses me, his fingers finding my clit and I moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, pressing two fingers inside me.
“Kai,” I pant, writhing against his hand. “I need you.”
He pulls his fingers from me, sucking my juices off them, before stroking his cock as he positions himself at my entrance.
I wrap my legs around his hips as he enters me with one powerful thrust. I cry out, feeling him hitting the deepest parts of me.
“God, Tess,” he grits out, his jaw tight as if he’s barely holding on. “I’m not going to last.”
He snaps his hips forward, then he’s pulling almost all the way out and thrusting inside again, knocking the air from my lungs.
Pressure builds inside me with each glide of his cock, each time it hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“You feel too good. I need you to come,” he tells me, reaching between his to circle my clit.
It doesn’t take long before the pleasure becomes too much and I climax, my muscles tensing as I scream his name. Kai shouts, spilling himself inside me, his movements turning jagged.
He collapses over me, careful not to crush me with his weight. Brushing my sweat slicked hair from my face, he leans in to take my lips with his. I can taste the salt on his skin as I lose myself in him.
Kai exhales a shaky breath, his fingers tightening on my waist like he’s afraid to let go. His forehead rests against mine, and for a moment, the world is just the two of us—skin against skin, breath mingling.
“This should scare the shit out of me,” he murmurs. “And it does. But… I don’t want to run.”
I swallow hard, my chest tightening. “No?”
He shakes his head, lips brushing mine. “No. Because I’d rather walk through hell with you than live in control without you.”
My breath catches, and suddenly, the fear, the uncertainty—it’s all worth it. Because no matter what comes next, I know one thing for sure.
We’re in this together.