I sat at my desk at Lordes PR. I felt at home here. I felt content. It had taken a bit of adjusting from working alongside Killian to now working by myself and heading up a company, but I was enjoying it. I made it work. We were growing as a company in the last six months, and we had just signed two big names alongside Harlen. I decided against maternity leave, I wanted to work right up until the last minute which would be soon as I was due to pop any day now. I had the sign off from my doctor, baby girl was growing nicely and there were no further concerns with her heart which was a big relief for me and Killian.
My eyes moved from my desk as I looked at the picture of me and him that was on my desk. We were both smiling, so carefree and happy. We were in London, standing in Elijah’s favourite cove in Cornwall. Killian seemed at home there, and part of me wondered whether it was because he was carrying a piece of Elijah with him.
Since we’ve been back in New York, I have found him on real estate websites looking for cute little houses right on the cove where we stayed. I think he is a little obsessed. I told him I would think about it, because honestly, as much as I love New York… I love England more.
My phone buzzed, Killian’s name flashing up on the screen. Smirking, I unlocked my phone and read his message.
Killian: Outside. X
Slipping my phone into my bag, I locked my computer and headed for the door. Swinging it open, I jumped when I saw Killian standing there, a big ‘baby, I’m here’ smile on his face as he leant up against the doorframe.
“You said you were outside,” I muttered as he leant in, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing me softly.
“I did, I meant outside your office…” he quipped, smirking, “did you not get that from my very detailed message?” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down before laughing.
“Come on old man, let’s get you home.”
“Who you calling old man? Brat.” He growled, dragging me towards the lift. Pushing the button impatiently, he huffed as he waited.
Once the doors pinged, he pulled me inside as he pushed me up against the wall of the lift, his hand wrapping round the base of my throat as his eyes burned into mine… his lips hovering just above mine.
“I’ll show you old man,” he threatened, my stomach flipped, my heart rate spiked, and I felt that delicious burn deep inside ignite.
As soon as we were in our house, Killian stripped me from head to toe. Falling to his knees he placed a kiss on my petite bump before spinning me and pushing me towards the bed.
“I want you on all fours baby,” he groaned, fisting his hard cock as he pumped himself slowly.
I did as he said. Kneeling on all fours, Killian knelt behind me on the floor, his hands on my hips as he pulled my aching pussy towards his mouth. His expert tongue swirled at my soaked opening, licking and sucking. Gliding between my folds, he teased at my clit as he pumped two fingers deep inside of me. My pussy clenched, my back arched as he stroked my g-spot, my toes curling in anticipation of my impending orgasm.
He stopped suddenly, standing and walking to the drawer of our bedside unit. Pulling out my silver, metal bullet vibrator he stalked back to the bed and glided the cool metal down my spine before he teased it in my pussy. It began vibrating, pulsing at my entrance but he soon moved it, slowly pulling it through my spread cheeks and teasing the tip in my arse.
“Killian,” I begged, “fuck me, take all of me. Make me yours in every way,” panting, I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes alight.
“But the baby…” he stopped, removing the vibrator from the place no man had gone before.
“The baby will be fine; I’ve googled it and called the doctor,” I moaned out as the pleasure rippled through me.
“You spoke to Dr Kyra about me taking your peach virginity?” I could hear the shock in his voice.
I snorted
“My what?!”
“Peach…” he chuckled, “she can hear… I don’t want to say a-s-s” he spelt it out.
I rolled my eyes, irritation coursing through me now.
“Killian Hayes, either get back here and fuck me into next week or I swear to lucifer I will take my vibrator – that is still named Harlen by the way – and fuck myself,” my voice came out a little more possessed than I would have liked but I was horny, frustrated and hormonal… and well, maybe a little bit hungry too. Who was I kidding? I was always fucking hungry.
“You wouldn’t dare…” he pinched his brow, holding the vibrator up in the air.
“Try me, old man.”
I heard the deep, primal growl that left his throat. I knew how to wind him up and calling him old man or threatening him with Harlen was the red cloth I needed to get him back with me.
The vibrator buzzed as he pressed it against my arse, holding it there before slipping it down my crease and teasing at my pussy.
“Fuck,” I whispered, turning my head to the side and I bit my skin on my arm.
Pushing the vibrator through my wet folds, he held it over my clit. He gently pulled me up onto my knees.
“Hold the vibrator there, don’t fucking move it.”
I panted a moan, my skin tingling from the immense pleasure that rippled through me.
“And don’t come.”
His fingers dipped inside my soaked pussy, slipping it in and out before swirling my arousal at my bum.
My breath shook, faltering slightly as he done it again. My hips began rocking onto the vibrator that buzzed on my sensitive clit.
“Just getting you ready for me… are you sure about this Buttercup?” he asked.
“Yes,” I snapped through gritted teeth as I tried my best to hold off my orgasm.
His hands held my hips, pushing me forward slightly as he pushed his thick tip at my tight opening, nudging slightly.
I stopped breathing as I stilled.
“Keep breathing baby,” his voice was tight as he tried to breathe himself, nudging that little bit further in. His fingertip sat at the opening of my pussy when all of a sudden, I felt something deep inside of me snap.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
“Baby, you’ve just squirted… fuuuuuck,” he groaned as he nudged further into me. “You’re so wet.”
“I didn’t squirt!” I screamed, moving forward slightly.
“What?” his voice sounded confused.
“I think my waters have broken.” The sheer panic laced my voice. Killian moved quickly, holding me as he checked me over.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, sliding off the bed. Killian helped me stand and as soon as he did, the gush came.
“Yup,” I panted, “my waters have gone.”
We pulled up at the hospital, Doctor Kyra was there to greet us as Killian helped me out the car. My contractions were coming quick and frequently. I felt like she was about to fall out.
Doctor Kyra helped me into a wheelchair as she whizzed me through the labour suite.
“I need to push,” I cried out, the sweat dripping from my hair line.
“Just try and hold off, I need to examine you.”
“Hold off!? Have you ever felt like you’ve got a watermelon about to shoot out of your vagina?” I howled, my stomach tightening with another contraction.
Kyra helped me onto the bed, Killian was holding my hand as he kissed my forehead.
“I need pain relief, please, anything.” I cried out, “I can’t take it.” I thrashed on the bed, the pain unbearable. No matter how I moved, how I sat, I was uncomfortable.
Kyra examined me, her brows shooting up. “Okay, Reese. You’re already at nine centimetres, you ready to meet your daughter?” she smiled.
“No, I’m not.” I shook my head, trying to squeeze my legs together.
Kyra pushed my legs open, giving me a scowl as she shook her head from side to side.
“Baby… baby…” Killian distracted me, he turned my face towards him and held it there. “You’ve got this,” he moved closer to me, pressing his forehead against mine. “Now you’re going to listen to Kyra, and you’re going to deliver our beautiful daughter into this world.” He moved away, pressing his lips to mine as I lingered but our moment was soon over when a contraction ripped through me.
“Okay Reese, push.”
I pushed my chin to my chest and bared down like I was told to in my birthing classes.
“Excellent, okay, on your next contraction… push a little harder for me okay. She is already crowning.”
“She is eager to meet you,” Killian whispered as he watched.
“Shit!” I cried as my stomach tightened.
“That’s it Reese, push my darling, push.” Kyra said as the midwife stood next to her with a towel. I felt the burn as I continued pushing through the contraction that was ripping through me.
“Brilliant Reese, her head is out, take a breather then on the next contraction give me one last push.”
It felt uncomfortable, but it didn’t take long for the last contraction to appear and as soon as I felt it, I pushed with everything I had when suddenly, I heard her piercing cry.
“Happy Birthday, darling,” Kyra said, standing and handing my delicate daughter to me. Kyra pulled down my top, placing her on my bare chest then covered her with a light blanket.
I kissed the top of her head, happy tears streamed down my face. Killian hovered over me, kissing my head, kissing my nose then finally, his lips on mine. My heart skipped a beat.
It was so full.
I had everything I had ever dreamed of.
A man who loved every ounce of me and a beautiful daughter whom I shared her with him.
“Do we have a name?” Kyra asked as she held a pen over a small ankle tag.
I looked at Killian, he nodded before we both turned to the Doctor.
“Celeste Iris Hayes,” I smiled, my eyes watering again as I looked down at her.
She was my little miracle, rainbow baby. That’s what her name meant. Miracle and Rainbow.
She was the rainbow after the turbulent storm.
She was our happily ever after.
