They Don't Know About Us (Kylie x Malia) Book 3

Chapter 20

"Kylie. Kylie. Ky. Baby, wake up." Malia shakes her wife. "Huh? Where's the syrup?" Kylie sits up. "Syrup?" Malia laughs. "You ok? What were you dreaming about?" "Uh, um nothing. Nothing. Did we land already?" She stretches. "Yeah, everyone's getting off right now, come on." The two young wives make their way off the plane with their carry ons. They go through customs before making their way to the baggage claim. "I can't believe we're actually in Africa! Ugh, it feels so good to be home! I can show you where i grew up! My house!" Malia gasps. "You can meet my family! Oh, they're gonna love you!" That's right, Mel had planned with Kylie to have their honeymoon in Africa, so that Malia could see her family again. The family that couldn't make it to their wedding. Well the first half, but she didn't need to know that part yet.

"Well, we have a week, so I'm sure I'll have a chance." Kylie hands her bags over while she grabs her own. "Ugh, maybe we should have had Mel come with us." Malia laughs as she shakes her head. "Come on, where did all that upper body training for Red go?" She asks her wife. "It stayed with Red." Kylie sighs. They check into their room at the hotel before they call for a taxi and go to Malia's old childhood home. "You know, being here makes me think of my dad...." Malia whispered. Kylie looks over at her wife. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think....we could always just visit your family and then go? We can skip to the second half of our honeymoon if you want?" Malia shakes her head. "No, I'm fine. Really. And it means so much to me that you wanted to bring me here." She kisses her wife. "Thank you." She whispered. "Of course baby." Kylie smiles. "Hey can i ask, what were you dreaming about on the plane?" Malia brushes a strand of hair out of Kylie's face. "Nothing, just us. Just being married, finally."

Kylie didn't really know what to say. Technically, she wasn't lying. She was dreaming about them being married. Just also being mothers as well. Was that really what she wanted? She's always wanted to get married, have kids and be able to look back on her career/life and say 'yeah, i did that.' but was it all too soon? What did that dream even mean? Did she want kids now? Maybe not, she wants Malia just to herself for a little while longer. But after that? She wasn't exactly sure. The thought of having a mini Malia running around did warm her heart but she wasn't sure if she should bring up the subject or not. And how?

They unpack, more like Malia unpacked while Kylie laid in bed and scrolled through her phone. Mostly ship edits of her and Malia or Glassheart edits. "So, you gonna help me? Or....?" Malia smirks. Kylie looks at her. "Oh no, you got this." She smiles before she goes back to her phone. Malia scoffs before she crawls onto the bed. She hovers above Kylie before she takes her phone and locks it, tossing it beside them. "How about now?" She smirks. "Hmm, what did you need help with?" Kylie places her hand on her hips. "Something only you can help me with." She whispered. "Oh yeah? Am i gonna have to get out of bed for this?" Kylie smiles. "Oh no, here is perfect." Malia shakes her head. "Mhm, and am i gonna have to use my hands?" Kylie moves her hands to Malia's back before she moves them lower, placing them on her ass. "Of course, I don't know how else you would be able to do it without them." Malia bites her lip. "Mmmm, alright. What did you need baby?" Kylie leans forward. Malia smirks before getting up. She grabs one of the suitcases and dumps it on the bed. "All the folded clothes got tossed around on the plane. So we need to fold them again." She smirks. "Seriously?" Kylie looks at her. "What? You said you wanted to help." Malia starts folding. Kylie sighs and falls back on the bed. "I should have asked you to specify."

"Oh shit!" Kylie suddenly curses. "What? What happened?" Malia looks at her worriedly. "We didn't join the mile high club!" Kylie scoffs. "Damn it, I'm mad at myself." She mumbles. "Oh my god...." Malia rolls her eyes. "We can join them on the flight home." She mumbles. "So, what I'm hearing is, we're gonna join the mile high club? You'll actually do that?" Kylie smirks. "Miss. Goody Blue Shoes?" Malia shoves her playfully. "I'm not that much like Chloe." Kylie stares at her. "Alright, maybe a little but i can be a trouble maker sometimes." "Little misbehave?" Kylie teases. "That's you, that's not me." They both laugh before they share a sweet kiss. "Soo...." "Yes?" "Mile high club on the flight home?" "Kylie!"