Page 11 of Totally Shipped
Suddenly, the sensation of peace sweeps over me. We are going to have a baby. My mind clears; women have had babies without medical intervention for centuries. I can do this, I know I can.
I’m going to have a baby.
“We need to figure out a plan,” Killian is saying. “Who else have you told?”
“No one but you.”
As I say that, Gray steps out of the jungle, grins and heads towards us. “But Gray is headed this way, so I guess he’s next.”
GRAY
Pregnant?
I feel like my head might explode. Daisy and Killian just dropped a fucking bombshell.
“Pregnant! Fuck! I shouldn’t have fucked you so hard last night! Why didn’t you warn me? Did I hurt the baby? I’m so sorry.”
We had such a wild evening. If I’d known I would have been way gentler.
“Sex doesn’t hurt babies,” Daisy says. “Even monster penises like yours can’t damage them. If there even is a baby, it’s safely tucked away in my womb, not my vagina!”
Pregnant.
How did we not consider this a possibility? Yeah, Daisy had one of those implant things, but they don’t last forever.
Pregnant.
Fuck. It’s not having a baby that is the problem. I love that idea. I love the idea of our future with Daisy. She would be our wife, and the mother of our child, or children.
But in the future I want, we are all living in a huge home, and we have a kitchen, and a dozen bathrooms, and access to a fucking hospital and doctors. I can see that future, and I want it badly.
But this future? Pregnancy, birth, and raising a baby on this island?
The thought drives me insane.
I love Daisy so hard, and to put her in such a dangerous position makes me want to cut my dick off. And our child—we have put our child in danger, too.
How could we have been so irresponsible?
I look over at Daisy, and her eyes are wide and filled with tears.
“Get it together,” Killian growls at me.
It’s not that easy.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Gray?” Daisy asks, putting her small hand in mine.
Shit. I don’t know how to voice what I’m feeling, so instead of talking, I stand up and run into the sea. Kicking off my shorts, I swim out into the ocean to clear my head.
I’m being a dick, and I know I’ll be freaking Daisy out—and Killian is probably going to punch me in the nuts—but I’m scared.
I wish I could take her place, take the pain and the responsibility from her and put it on myself.
I don’t have a blood-sibling, just Rex and Leander. But I nearly did.
I was young, maybe six? I had no idea how far along Mom was, but she had a round belly that looked at odds with her skinny frame. She’d undo the top button of her jeans, and her tight tee-shirts would rise up. I’d watch with fascination how a brown line formed from her navel, going down into her pants.
“What’s that mark?”
