A laugh bubbles up from me when he does this. My caveman can’t stand to not be at my side, “I love you, Declan,” I tell him when he reaches me.
“Fuck, but I love you more and more each day,” he rasps. He’s looking at me and only me. No matter that our closest friends and family are standing and waiting on us.
My dress was simple. I didn’t want anything poufy or over the top. It’s not who I am. This one was bought off the rack at a boutique store and flatters my figure with its sweetheart neckline and mermaid shape with lace overlay all the way to the floor.
Declan takes my hand and we make it back to the alter and say our vows. We say our “I do’s” and when he’s done kissing me, I whisper into his ear, “I threw out the last of my birth control. I’m ready to start our family.”
He picks me up and spins me in a circle and says, “You just made me the happiest man on earth and then you tell me this. You’re perfection, Kendall.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Declan
Six Weeks Later
We decided for our honeymoon we’d do something big. Well, really, I demanded it. Kendall was exhausted a lot during the wedding process, even with it being a destination wedding. She kept working until the day we took off for the airport.
I finally sat her down and told her if she didn’t stop picking up everyone’s extra shifts, we’d never have time for ourselves.
She didn’t even realize she was doing it; Kendall has been so used to working as much as she can that she sat back stunned, “Shit, I can’t believe I didn’t realize what I was doing. I’m so sorry, Declan.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, gorgeous. I want to spend more time with you.” I tell her as I pick her up and hold her.
We went on a month-long vacation on a private boat. It had a staff and for the first time in our lives Kendall and I let everything go and relaxed. There was no cell service, just what we could pick up on the boat and the stops along the way. We travelled through most of Fiji’s Islands and the tan Kendall could never hold, well, it deepened in time and the tiredness that was showing in her face, soon vanished.
Now we’re back home in Michigan.
Kendall only works a few days a week now. Drastically cutting down on her hours and I’m thankful as fuck.
I’m in the living room watching a football game when Kendall rushes into the house. She’s holding her stomach and heading toward the bathroom.
“Kendall, are you okay?” I yell out as I throw the remote down and go after her.
I find her with her head hanging over the toilet. I go to the closet and grab a washcloth and dampen it with cool water to drape on the back of her neck.
“I feel like death. What is it with me getting the damn plague?” She questions as she throws up again. I sit there with her and hold her hair until she’s done.
“Let’s get you into the shower and then I’ll help you to bed,” I murmur as I pick her up and cradle her in my arms.
“Thank you, Declan. I just want to curl up and sleep the day away,” she whispers.
I help her in the shower, then put her in one of my shirts before putting her in our unmade bed. As much as I’d love to get in bed with her, the grocery store and pharmacy are calling my name.
I’ve watched Kendall since we’ve been home from our honeymoon. She’s changing, and, if I’m correct in my thinking, we could be expecting a baby in the near future.
Chapter Thirty
Kendall
I roll over and my breasts are so sensitive they ache. Ugh, getting a stomach bug and now the symptoms of my period are starting. What a combo.
Hearing the garage door open and close, I decide to get up and go downstairs and look for something to drink and, hopefully, eat. My stomach is now growling like I haven’t fed it in a year.
“Kendall,” Declan says as he walks in and I’m in the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I rasp out. My throat is a little sore from being sick.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he questions. I roll my eyes. If he could keep me locked up in our house and in bed all day, he would.
“I became thirsty and hungry all of a sudden.”
“I have a feeling I know why that is,” Declan declares as he hands me a pregnancy test out of the pharmacy bag.
“No way. Do you think it’s a possibility?” I ask him.
“I think anything is a possibility, gorgeous. Go take the test. I’ll be right here when you’re finished,” he says with a smirk.