Chapter Eight
Amber
Walking hurt. Everyone claimed that my ankles weren’t that swollen, considering I had three rambunctious boys taking up my middle. I felt like someone had stuffed an exercise ball filled with water inside me and sewn me up. My skin was thin, itching all the time. No amount of cocoa butter helped, and hearing the older nurses call them tiger stripes didn’t help me feel more assured. Every few steps, I’d have to pause, puffing for air. The triplets had no pity for my lungs, and often I had to rush for the bathroom at the worst times.
My patients were considerate as were the doctors and other nurses, but everyone kept asking me: “When are you going on maternity leave?”
Even the hospital administrator who had complained at the beginning that I would barely be working before being on bedrest eyed me with concern. “Having you work is a liability.”
“It won’t be much longer,” I reassured her. She didn’t seem convinced, but I needed the money, and they desperately needed the staff.
Making my way toward the nurses’ station, I eyed one of the chairs and the seated desks before waddling over to the standing one. If I sat down, there was no way I would be able to get up again on my own. My hips ached, and it wasn’t like I could have managed a push-up even without an extra fifty pounds glued to the front of me. I hadn’t even gotten lucky with the distribution. My ass remained small with my hips not getting nearly wide enough to support the weight. I could feel them wiggling in preparation. Worse, my back ached. Each of my breasts weighed more than my head, and from the ache, I would have enough milk to feed a small village.
Therefore, when Kian showed up out of nowhere, I had no hope of running away even as I tried to waddle in the opposite direction, nearly crying in dread as the babies decided now was the best time to kick as hard as they could.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, grabbing me by the shoulders.
Teary eyed, I retorted, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m on break. If you go to the desk over there, a receptionist will help you find whatever it is you”re looking for.”
“Amber.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to — ”
“Amber, are you honestly trying to pretend you don’t know who I am after trying to run away? While you’re utterly stuffed with my children?” Kian demanded, sounding strangely amused by the entire situation. His lips curved into a smirk, and his dark eyes sparkled.
Had he said children?
“Sir, I don’t — ”
“Amber, I told you that you belonged to me. That no matter where you went or what you did, that you would always be mine,” he told me, smiling as he spun me around. His hands caressed the globe of my belly. “Look at you. You’re perfect.” I burst into tears, and he hugged me tightly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I love you, baby girl. Now, let’s go home.”
Sobbing, I leaned against him. “But I lied to you.”
“Are you mine?”
My heart ached. “Yes.”
“Then you didn’t to me, baby girl. I knew you weren’t your sister from the day we married, and I’ve been planning on annulling it, so we could get married under your real name,” he told me, cupping my face in his large warm hands. “Then you left, making me chase you all this way. Months, baby girl, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Ducking my head, I bit my lip. “But what about Angela?”
“I never wanted her. I never touched her. I have no intention of being with anyone but you,” Kian proclaimed, causing me to cry harder.
He crooned, kissing away my tears. I had forgotten how safe and warm I felt in his arms, and as one hand rested on my belly, chasing the kicks as he held me.
“Baby girl, you’re shaky.”
“I was so afraid you’d hate me,” I sobbed, breaking down completely. “You said — and I thought — I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I did, and — Kian, I couldn’t — I’m not — ”
“Amber, what happened is done. I have no doubt your father brought you there by force, so neither of us was prepared for what happened, but it did. I love you, and you love me. You’re going to have our sons, and I’m bringing you home,” Kian purred, tilting my chin up and stealing the softest kiss he had ever given me.
He guided me over, having me put in my resignation before he swept me out of the hospital and helped me out to the car which waited. Part of me feared that this was all an elaborate trap where he would bring me back and reveal that he loved Angela but wanted our sons, but I couldn’t resist. I adored him. These last few months, I suffered in the cold, hating the loneliness that consumed me.
After he helped me onto his private plane, Kian stripped me out of my scrubs, bringing me into the shower on board and washing me just as he had before, then he brought me out upon the bed, guiding me onto all fours. My belly brushed against the sheets, and his hands slid over the new curves of my body.
“Baby girl, you were made for this,” Kian praised, and I keened as he slid two fingers inside me. “Nobody has touched you, have they?”
“No,” I cried.
“Not even you?” Kian purred.
I nodded, panting as my hips rocked back. “My belly is too big.”
He held me so gently, opening me up bit by bit until I couldn’t help but cry out, begging him to fuck me. I needed it. Needed to be filled, and as he slid home inside me, I came, wailing his name.
“That’s it, baby girl.” He rocked inside me.
He somehow made me feel so protected. His hips snapped forward, thrusting inside me against and again. Kian gently guided me, pulling out only to put me on my back, and all the air vanished from my lungs as he drove back inside me once more. I could barely breathe, but I loved it. Loved seeing him. Loved watching the intensity in his eyes. If this was a trap, I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted him.
“Please, Daddy! I want — I need your collar. Wanna be yours, Daddy! Please!” I wailed as he buried his cock inside me again and again.
My thighs trembled, but I couldn’t close them. I could only fight for air as pressure built up inside me. Every fiber of my being shivered. This was everything that I ever wanted, everything that I ever needed.
His hips rolled, grinding up inside me. “Why did you leave?”
“I thought — I thought you didn’t want me,” I sobbed, gasping for breath.
Kian clucked his tongue. “Oh, baby girl, you’ve always belonged to me. I have every intention of killing Angela and Anthony off the second we get back. Death is too good for them.”
The relief which flooded through me — the hot wet heat as I came again, arching despite the weight upon me should have terrified me, but all that swallowed me was relief. As I came, he followed, pushing his seed deep inside despite how gravid I already was. If he could impregnate me again, I had no doubt he would’ve. As I panted, he helped me onto my side, shaking as I came from the sensation of his spend dripping out of my well fucked folds.
Standing, he crossed to pick up a folder. “I’ve already annulled the marriage, and I have a new certificate for you to sign.”
He handed me a pen, and my heart soared at the sight of our names together. I had read the same certificate before, and without hesitation, I signed it as he gently covered my naked body. Laying a blanket over me, he settled down on top of it.
Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he asked, “If you want me to spare your family, I can — though I find your family exhausting.”
A better person would’ve begged for them to be free, to be spared, but I couldn’t. As long as my father and my sister lived, I would never be free myself. I wanted them out of my life. Once I confirmed Angela was dead, I would never have to worry about her seducing Kian away. I would be able to feel secure. Kian would be mine. However, I dared not admit any of that.
Instead, I caressed the curve of my belly. “I want our children to be children, not tools.”
“Which means?”
“I need to know they’re dead.”
His eyes widened, and as his lips spread in a sharp grin, I knew I had given him the answer he desired. Kian cupped my face, lifting me into another kiss. I melted into the touch, and when he slipped my wedding ring back upon my finger, I could’ve flown with the lightness in my heart.
“I love you,” Kian professed.
Aching and yearning for him even with Kian by my side, I replied, “I love you too.”
“I swear — you will never doubt my love again,” he drawled, and in his arms, I believed every word.