I shook my head. “I’m fine. I... I just don’t like people thinkin’ you’re somethin’ to fear. You aren’t. They don’t know you like I do.”
Kane smiled at me. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
I flushed. “No, but it’d be nice to hear it often.”
Kane laughed and wrapped his arms around me. “I love that you want to defend me, but you really don’t have to. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” I mumbled.
Kane put his arm around my shoulder and smiled with glee. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go see our baby.”
If our nurse hadn’t annoyed me enough, the teenage girl that was openly drooling over Kane as we waited in the new waiting room on the second floor, brought me to boiling point. I was fuming mad and this kid wasn’t helping simmer my rage.
“What is your name?” the girl asked Kane after minutes of uninterrupted staring in his direction.
He glanced at her and said, “Kane.”
“Kane,” she repeated. “I love that. It sounds dangerous.”
Oh, please.
“Are you waitin’ on someone, Kane? Your sister perhaps?”
Was she blind?
Kane had a ghost of a smile on his face when he glanced at me and saw me openly glare at the girl.
“No, I’m here with—”
“His girlfriend. That’d be me,” I finished for him.
I saw Kane look at me, and I was just as surprised as him that I said it, but I couldn’t go back and unsay it, so I just went with the flow.
“Oh, I didn’t realise,” the girl murmured.
Didn’t realise my arse.
“It’s okay, harmless mistake,” I said and leaned into Kane who was smiling a little too wide for my liking.
He put his arm around me and dropped it down to my hip and began rubbing my side.
“Are you expectin’?” I asked the girl and glanced at her stomach, which was tanned, toned, and on display for everyone in the waiting room to see.
She definitely wasn’t pregnant—I was just being a bitch.
Colour flushed her perfectly positioned cheekbones. “No, me sister is. I’m just here for moral support.”
I faked a smile. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were waitin’ for an ultrasound.”
She caught onto my cattiness and looked me up and down. “It’s fine, a harmless mistake. Are you expectin’ triplets?”
That. Little. Bitch.
“Nope, just one big baby,” I said and pointed at Kane. “He is the daddy, you can only imagine how big our child will be.”
I had no idea why I was being so defensive. Usually, I wouldn’t care about Kane and any possible lay he could have, but we were about to see our baby together for the first time, and I just wanted him to myself right now. If the chick wanted him after the appointment, she could damn well have him.
No, she couldn’t. I take it back. If I couldn’t sleep with any men whilst being pregnant, then Kane couldn’t sleep with any women. That was fair.
“What is going on with you?” Kane murmured.
I didn’t know the answer to that question so I made something up.
“I just can’t wait to get home.”
“Why?”
“So I can take me bra off.”
Kane snorted at me, “It’s uncomfortable?”
I nodded my head. “The straps are startin’ to dig into my skin and I’m about to pop out of this one. I need to go and get some maternity bras, me old ones aren’t cuttin’ it anymore.”
Kane glanced down to my chest and licked his lips. “They look fine to me.”
I looked down also and grunted. My bra was tight, which made my newly enlarged breasts push up and almost spill out of my bra. Pre-pregnancy I was already big chested at a thirty-two double D. God only knew what I was now.
“They look too big. It makes them look fake and nasty.”
Kane gasped, “Don’t you ever say something so disgusting again. There is no such thing as boobs that are too big. Do you understand me?”
I laughed, “If you like them so much, you have them.”
Kane lifted his hands to my boobs and tried to touch them only for me to smack his hands away.
“I mean you have them on your chest. I didn’t mean touch them!”
Kane shook away the sting on his hands. “You have to be more specific.”
Clearly.
“You’re such a pervert.”
Kane smirked. “You love it.”
I hated that I smiled.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, trying to appear annoyed.
“Aideen Collins?”
Finally.
“Yes?” I replied to the voice calling my name.
The nurse from before popped her head around the corner and smiled. “I’m ready for you.”
I felt hands on my hips.
“Come on, Daddy, you can come too,” the nurse chirped to Kane then turned and disappeared around the corner.
I laughed at Kane’s facial expression as he looked down at me. “She called me Daddy,” he murmured.
I shook my head, smiling. “I’m sure she calls all the fathers-to-be, Daddy.”
Kane waggled his eyebrows. “Or maybe she wants—”