I glanced at Kane as he leaned over to me and grabbed a hold of my seatbelt. He pulled on it, positioned it over my body then buckled the belt. He lowered the bottom half of the belt under my belly and fixed the upper strap across my shoulder. He looked up on the Internet the proper way for a pregnant woman to wear a seatbelt and he was pretty hands on in making sure it was always adjusted correctly every time I was in his car.

I waved to Keela until she and Alec left my sight. I relaxed into my seat and rested my head back against the headrest. I closed my eyes and hummed as the vibrations of the engine slithered up my seat and reverberated against my back.

I opened my eyes and glanced at Kane after a few minutes of music filling the car.

“Are you excited?”

He nodded his head as he drove. “I’m nervous, too.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Why nervous?”

He shrugged and for a moment I thought the shrug was his reply until he grunted and said, “I’m worried I might cry.”

I burst into unexpected laughter.

“It’s not funny,” he hissed. “I can’t cry—it will be the ultimate bitch thing to do.”

I continued to laugh.

“You aren’t helping, you know?” he snarled.

I crossed my legs when my bladder objected to my laughter.

“Sorry,” I wheezed a little and forced myself to calm down.

“Are you really?” Kane questioned.

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

“Bullshit.”

I laughed again then waved my hands. “Stop. I’m goin’ to wee meself.”

“It’d serve you right for laughing at me.”

I calmed myself down—it took two minutes—until I was only chuckling here and there.

“I’m only teasin’. You’ll be fine,” I said and fanned myself with my hands.

Kane grunted, “We’ll see.”

“If you do cry, we can blame it on your diabetes somehow,” I said, grinning.

“I hate you,” Kane murmured.

I smiled to myself. I was enjoying this conversation far more than I should have. It was like every other conversation we’d had over the past few weeks; it resulted in me feeling giddy with happiness. All. The. Time.

I glanced at Kane then looked down to his thighs.

“I haven’t asked you this in a while, but how are you feelin’? You have had a steady routine over the past few weeks with your injections. Are you startin’ to feel like yourself again?”

Kane didn’t look at me as he spoke, “Yes and no. I feel stronger and overall really good because I don’t feel sick anymore. But I don’t feel one hundred percent myself because I have to rely on you for my injections. It makes me feel a little... inadequate.”

“Inadequate? That’s silly, you could haven chosen not to let anyone give you your insulin, but you made the choice to let me do it. You have the control, not me. You allow me to give you an injection, that’s all on you. I’m just the helper.”

Kane mulled this over in his mind, but I could see that my response made him feel a little better so I didn’t push for further conversation, I let it lie.

“I’m glad we’re getting along better.”

I snorted, “We fought over baby names yesterday and I threw a cup at you.”

“That’s true,” Kane nodded, “but we spoke five hours later which is way quicker than usual.”

When he put it like that, we sounded so weird.

“You’re right, that’s major progress,” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Kane shook his head. “That’s just me and you, Aideen.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Me and you.”

“We still aren’t naming the baby Jenna if it’s a girl.”

I growled, “But it’s cute!”

“Not happening. I hate that name.”

“Why?” I complained.

Kane shrugged. “I just do, okay?”

I groaned, “Fine, whatever.”

Kane laughed at me when I folded my arms over my chest and it pissed me off. “Don’t poke the bear, Kane. I said fine. Accept that and don’t bathe in your smugness or I’ll knock it out of you.”

“Damn,” he murmured, “hormones are in full swing today.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, I just said you look so beautiful today.”

Bullshit.

“I’m wearin’ leggin’s, an over sized shirt, and a cardigan.”

“Yep. Beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’ve meant to ask—you don’t wear jeans anymore, it’s just been leggings the past two weeks. Why is that?”

I frowned. “I’m twenty weeks and a day pregnant, Kane. You can see my belly has gotten bigger, but so have my thighs and arse. Me old jeans don’t fit anymore.”

It hurt saying that. It really did.

“So why not buy the next size up?”

I felt sick. “Because the next size up for me is a twelve! I’ve never been a twelve. Always a ten.”

Kane glanced at me before returning his eyes to the road. “I forget the difference between Irish and US sizes. What is a twelve in the States?”

I pouted, “A sixteen.”

“Really, you’re a sixteen now?” Kane asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

“No, I’m a twelve, it’s just a sixteen in the States.”

“Yeah, but you just said it was the same—”

“I’m a twelve, Kane. A twelve.”

“Gotcha.”

I huffed, “By the time I have your bloody kid I’ll probably be a size thirty!”

Kane gnawed on his lower lip. “My baby has an appetite, what can I say?”

“I could say a lot of things, but I’m not goin’ to,” I snarled.

“If you’re so worried about gaining weight, why don’t you work out with me?”

“Because I don’t like workin’ out. It gives me hives.”

Kane laughed, “Bullshit excuses give me hives.”

“Well, excuse me,” I retorted.

Kane sighed, “Come on, baby mama. Let me work you out.”

I looked at Kane with narrowed eyes.

He snickered, “You know I mean a legit work out. But... sex with me would be one hell of a workout for you.”

Yeah, right.

“So would sex with any man.”

Kane’s joking attitude fled. “You won’t be having sex with any man that isn’t me while you’re pregnant.”

“And why not?” I asked, curiously.

I wouldn’t have sex with any man while pregnant with Kane’s baby, but being told I couldn’t ticked me off.

“Because you’re pregnant with my baby,” Kane said, his tone firm. “Put it this way—if you did fuck someone I’d be really hurt and I’d kill the bastard who you did it with. Is that a good enough reason?”

The threats didn’t surprise me, but the mention of him being hurt did.

“You’d be hurt if I was with another man while pregnant?”

Kane nodded once. “Yes, I would. Right now your body has a part of me inside it and it’s changing and growing each day. I just want you to belong to me, no one else. I’m being very serious right now, Aideen. I don’t know what I’d do if someone touched you.”

I swallowed down a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. “Kane... that’s... that’s actually really sweet.”

He shrugged. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I don’t want you to be hurt, or to kill anyone, so you have me word. I’ll suppress me sexual urges.”

Kane smirked. “I wouldn’t go that far. Have all the sexual urges you want, just make me your go-to guy when you want to act those urges out.”

The moment was over.

“You’re such a pig.”

“I know.”

I bobbed my knee up and down. “Are we nearly there yet? I have to go to the toilet.”

“You always have to pee. You go fifty times a day.”

I punched his shoulder. “It’s one of the joys of being pregnant, Daddy.”

“Call me daddy one more time. Better yet, call me big daddy.”

I laughed and so did Kane.

That is something we did a lot lately when we were together. We teased each other, sometimes fought with one another, but we mostly laughed together. It was a nice change to not want to beat him to death all the time.

Twenty minutes passed by and we parked and entered the Coombe hospital. We checked in and sat in the waiting area to wait for my name to be called. We were amidst a bunch of pregnant ladies and their husbands, friends, or boyfriends.