Chapter 55

LEILANI

I want to have a child with you. I want to have a child with you. I want to have a child with you.

Those words kept resounding on my head over and over again, as I stared at my Zavier, watching the unfamiliar emotions play on his face as he talked about children.

The sight of him was blurry because I couldn't stop the tears in my eyes. God, so a day like this would ever come? And soon?

"Say something, doll." He groaned, joining our foreheads back together again,his eyes closed.

I was speechless beyond major. Tears of joy swam down my cheeks. "Oh, Zavier...." I was elated and euphoric.

He groaned and kissed my lips tentatively. "I don't like seeing you tear up." He groaned against my lips.

"Tears of joy." I whispered brokenly, my eyes closed. "Here...."

I took his hand into mine and become a sensual journey. I guided hus hand, from my neck down to my chest, following tge trail, I pressed it against my belly. I held Hus hand rested there.

My eyes openly closely and searched his face.

His brows knit in a frown as his large hand settle on my stomach and he spread his hands to cover a lot of ground.

"What's wrong? Your belly....it's firm...?"

"Our child is in there already, Zavier." I revealed with a shaky smile.

He blinked twice, his hand still on me. His eyes settled on my face. "I don't understand..." He groaned, bewildered.

I pressed my forehead to his, "I'm pregnant....! Zavier, I'm carrying our child already."

Silence. Tense uncomprehendable silence.

I pulled back and stared at him. He seem to be in disbelieve. I nodded my head to back up what I said.

"Oh God! Lani, seriously....!?" His eyes widened.

A vigorous head nods. "Oh yes, Zavier. I'm pregnant for you! For us!"

For the first time in a long time, I watched a huge grin spread over Zavier's face. The expression of joy looked so unfamiliar on his face but it made him look more handsome, he was breathtaking.

I put that smile there, I thought to myself with faint pride.

"You're not joking? Lani, you really aren't?" His voice indicated that he's almost afraid to hope.

I caressed his hand resting on my belly. "No, baby, it's not a joke. I'm carrying our child."

Suddenly, his arms was wrapping around me as he pulled me into a tight hug. "Jesus! Thank you so much, honey, so much. Our baby?" His voice was filled with reverence.

A watery smile formed on my lips. "Our baby."

"Since when...?"

A guilty flush spread through my cheek. "I'm really sorry that I d-didn't tell you before now."

"You've known for quite a while?" His voice had a hint of bitterness, "Did you ever plan to tell me?"

"Of course, oh Zavier....please, don't ever think that way. Of course I've always wanted to tell you, to share this news with you. I just..." I swallowed thickly, "I was just so scared that you wouldn't want our baby because....well, you know."

"It finally makes sense. All these recent questions about babies....urging me to read about them, asking about my feelings for them daily....it was all about of this." He groaned comprehendingly.

I nodded slowly.

"And all these times I told you that I'm not sure if I want them, it hurt you so much?" He asked gently.

"Yes. But I kept hoping...and praying...! Oh, Zavier" I hugged him tighter, "This day is the best day of my life."

"Mine too." His voice was like a caress to my skin. "God, we're going to have a little human to call ours."

I gave a startled laughter and pulled back. "Seems like it."

He kissed me then and I tasted his joy and happiness, it made me so happy. We're not yet married and yet, I feel like a fulfilled woman.

He asked me other questions. How far along our child is and I answered him sincerely. It made him sad again, but I apologized repeatedly for it. He grilled me about everything he missed about the baby, and I told him.

Long minutes later, he suddenly looked scared. It's the first time I've ever seen Zavier look scared and it was like a sucker-punch to my heart.

But what if—” His voice cracked with emotion. “What if it's born like me? What if it becomes me...?”

How could my heart threaten to break when it was so full of love? I pulled his face to mine and pressed our foreheads together again. “Then he'll be perfect, as far as I’m concerned.”

"Lani...."

"You're perfect for me. I'm sure our kids will be perfect too because they have us."

"Can I see him?"

"Huh?" I pulled back, staring into his eyes.

"I want to see our child. I have to see him, doll." He groaned.

My cheeks flushed, I know what he's asking and I have to plans no deny him of this.