Page 18 of Totally Shipped
I pause for a moment, the others are twenty yards ahead of us. She looks up at me, and it takes everything I’ve got not to kiss her.
Even though she bites that sexy fucking bottom lip and gives me big eyes. Even though she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Rex?” she asks again.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I guess you can put me down.”
I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, but I swear she sounds disappointed. A branch cracks somewhere behind us.
“What was that?” she asks.
I realize that she still is jumpy. Another result of goddamn fucking Harvey Bannister.
“You’re safe with me, beautiful,” I tell her, and she relaxes back into my arms. “Let me carry you a little longer. You shouldn’t exert yourself too much.”
“OK, just a little, then I’ll be good,” she sighs, snuggling deeper into my arms.
You’re already good. You are good, beautiful, and sexy as hell. You are also brave; a warrior princess. You're a mother to Keyara, and somehow you’re healing all our mental wounds.
But I won’t tell you that.
I can’t tell Daisy, but I will show her with everything I do. I’d lay down my life for her without a second thought. I’m sure the guys know that I’m in deep, but they also know how fucked up I am.
There is so much that needs to be done to keep Key, Daisy, and the baby safe. We really need to get thinking about improving our shelters for the rainy season. Leander, Gray, and I were on Samoa last winter, and the rain is no joke. It’s a warm rain, but so fucking wet.
With the rains, the sky darkens, the air takes on an intense humidity, then the drops begin to fall and you’d be instantly soaked through. Just wet.
Then there are the cyclones—a combination of wind, thunder, rain, and lightning so intense that it flattens trees, downs power lines, and sinks boats easier than an exploding engine. You wait it out in your home, hearing groaning and cracking outside as the infrastructure breaks around you. You pray your roof doesn’t blow off, or collapse on top of you.
What if we’re still here and there’s a cyclone?
Yeah. That’s something to be addressed.
The water would rise, so we’d need to evacuate to higher ground. Maybe we need to make an emergency evac area and store some supplies there just in case.
Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.
I keep carrying Daisy, because she hasn’t mentioned getting down again, and after a few minutes I hear a small snore coming from her.
“Daisy…” Keyara calls.
I put a finger to my lips. “Ssh, she’s fallen asleep.”
“Is she OK?” Gray demands.
“Yeah, just tired.”
I guess being pregnant makes you sleepy. It’s amazing how small and light she is, considering she’s currently making another human being.
My cock stirs again.
Fuck, I wish that was my baby in her belly.
Keyara starts singing some song, its lyrics are something like ‘you belong with me’. Leander joins in.
Yeah baby, you belong with me—but also, you don’t. I’m cursed.
