Page 55 of Savage Reign

Killian sat down on the floor and pulled me into his arms. I leaned against him, completely drained.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t, not until I knew for sure if he had associated this with my being pregnant or something else. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Fuck, I pushed you too hard, didn’t I?” he said, and it was easy to hear the self-loathing in his voice. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and was about to protest when he pressed a finger against my lips and shook his head. “No. I fucking knew you were sick.”

I frowned.

“You were sick that first night I came to you,” he clarified, and I tried to think back to when I was actually sick. I probably felt it a few nights before, but it was gone by the time I’d woken up. He was there that night? I remembered waking up in the morning and smelling his scent on my bed sheets.

“I’m fine,” I said, pushing my hand up to his naked chest and taking in his skin. He was so warm, and after getting sick, I was not. How creepy would it sound if I told him I wanted to burrow deeply into his skin and never leave?

Probably as creepy as it sounded in my head.

I shivered, and Killian moved without another word, standing up with me in his arms. I motioned to the sink, and he stopped there briefly me for me to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash before he walked us out of the bathroom. “Okay?” he asked carefully, placing me back on the bed and joining me.

I snuggled in closer to him. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry.”

Right now, it was only the morning sickness, sometimes afternoon sickness, and occasionally night sickness, but after that, I felt good—no, more than good.

I felt…

My stomach grumbled, and I tensed. Killian didn’t say anything to that, but when I looked over at his face, there was unmistakable amusement in his eyes, which crinkled a bit.

“Hungry?”

I didn’t answer him. I thought it was obvious.

“How about I order some breakfast for us? What would you like?”

“Hmm.” I tried to think about what sounded good. “Maybe some eggs.” He nodded. “Poached and scrambled.”

His lips twitched. “Poachedandscrambled?”

“Well, I can’t decide what I want more.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Yes, some bacon. Ooh, maybe some potatoes. You know, grits and maybe baked potatoes. Some orange juice. Some fruits.”

He leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips. “I don’t remember you having this big of an appetite, baby.”

“Is that a problem?”

He pulled me in closer to him. “Hell, no. I love my woman with an appetite.”

He wiggled his eyebrows to show meexactlywhat he meant. The move—the playfulness—was so unexpected from him that I didn’t know how to react at first. Then I threw my head back and laughed.

He looked at me with what I could only describe as a soft smile on him, which wasn’t really all that soft.

“It’s so fucking good to hear you laugh, firecracker.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. This new side of Killian was as much surprising as it was confusing.

I watched as he got out of bed to put on his clothes from the night before. “I’m gonna go get ready. Then I’ll order you breakfast.”

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