An Heir for the Dragon

Chapter 25: Hawaiian Honeymoon Feast

They were surprised when they woke up in the morning and ended up laughing on realizing where they slept. He ran a hand over her cheek and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Really tired," she sighed and pressed into him. "I know we have to see to Push Over, but maybe we can skip it..."

"We can't. He's preparing for a ship to Japan," he reminded her. "When we get the call that the man escorting Push Over is here, we should head over to the stables to prepare things."

"Ugh. You're right," she sighed. "Hmm. I need to do something then."

"Hmm?" he asked. She moved to the bolts of fabric, took out a sheet of excess white cloth and began to make a shirt out of it.

"I'm wearing this today. This can be used to help keep him calm on the ship ride," she muttered and slipped the newly made shirt on. "And I'm going to snuggle you so your smell is also on it. To show you are also with me."

"Got it," he nodded and let her cuddle back into him on the recliner. On seeing how her firm legs were dangling out of the shirt, he growled. "This is actually rather sexy..."

"Isn't it?" she snickered softly.

"Let me text Seonhee to let us know when Push Over's escort is here," he muttered and checked his phone. He began to kiss her leisurely while texting carefully with one hand. Right after the text was completed, he focused fully on her to keep his mouth locked on hers. He even pulled her up a bit more to ensure she could be comfortable against him.

"I still can't believe it..." she sighed.

"Hmm?" he mumbled out and caressed her back.

"That...we're together..." she swallowed.

"I know," he nodded slightly. "It does feel a touch surreal."

"Yeah..." she swallowed again. Then she blinked and bolted for the bathroom to vomit. He shot out of the recliner to race after her and grimace.

"Water..." he muttered to himself and moved into the kitchen. He was able to get her a water bottle to rinse out her mouth. "I'm right here, Aika. Just take it easy. Likely from the pregnancy."

"I...think so..." she coughed out more bile.

"Did you get anything on the shirt?" he asked with concern.

"No..." she gasped and winced. He ran a soothing hand over her back to help calm her down. He noticed a small bit of what she ate last night was there, but he waited for her to show she could move again. He flushed the toilet and gently lifted her in his arms to carry her to the bed. A large hand was placed on her belly to show that he was there.

"Just rest. I'll order up a light soup, okay?" he soothed. She nodded and lay back on the pillows to rest. He made sure she was comfortable before moving from her side to get to the service phone. He called up the main line for ordering and requested a miso soup and other light things to aid in digestion. He slipped on a robe and was able to get the food cart when it was brought to them.

He saw a note on the cart with a number for him to call. He narrowed his eyes at it and brought it over for his wife to look at. She studied it and said, "I don't recognize the number. Can you get me my weapons belt?"

"You want to try and trace it?" he grinned.

"You know me by now," she chuckled and accepted the miso soup. He made sure she took it down first before nodding that he was ready for what she wanted to do. "I need to install a couple things on your phone. I want you to make the phone call. I can use my phone to trace it while you dial."