devil may cry | the weeknd

eighteen

2 weeks later

Kaia

"You know, I'm thinking of taking a year off after the baby is born," Abel tells me.

We're currently laying down on the couch, our bodies entangled in each other's as we watch an episode of Game of Thrones.

I look up at him from his chest, frowning. "Really?" I ask and he nods. "But you love making music, Abel."

"Yeah, but I love you more," Abel says, kissing my neck.

I laugh and stroke his cheek once he pulls away from my neck. "I know that," I say. "But, just because we're having a baby doesn't mean you have to take a year off. You can still work on music."

Abel shrugs and scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, but I don't want you doing all the work," he tells me. "Plus, I want to be there every step of the way, watching my baby grow up day by day. I don't want to miss out on a thing, Kaia - not like how my dad did."

I feel a tug of sadness at my heart, hearing him mention his ass of a Dad.

I sit up and press my lips against his, knowing how much it hurts him to speak off that pathetic excuse of a human.

Abel kisses me back and pulls away from me, smiling. "What was that for?" he asks.

I just shrug and smile, leaning my head on the couch and putting my legs on Abel's lap. He runs his hands over my bare legs, making electric waves run through my whole body.

"So, are you a hundred percent okay with this baby now?" I want to know, watching as his hands move up and down my legs.

Abel starts grinning. "Yeah," he says softly, squeezing at my legs. "A hundred percent. I can't wait for my little baby girl or boy to be born."

Abel starts to climb on top of me, his cross necklace dangling in my face.

My fingers clasp around it and pull him down to kiss me. Our mouths move in perfect rhythm and I sigh against his mouth, revelling in the feeling of pure love between the two of us.

Before the kiss becomes too heated, Abel disconnects our lips and moves down to hover over my stomach.

He pulls up my top and starts kissing at my stomach. "I can't believe you're two months pregnant," he murmurs against my skin.

Feeling his hot breath against me my stomach makes the heat between my legs become even more hotter.

"I know," I say, closing my eyes and smiling. "Just one more month to go and we'll find out if our baby is a boy or girl."

Abel chuckles. "This pregnancy is going to go really quickly," he comments and I murmur in agreement.

Abel kisses my stomach again before pulling my top down and sitting back up.

I sit up too and move closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Do you want to have any more kids after this?" I ask, sliding my hand under his jumper and feeling his chest.

"I don't know," Abel replies honestly. "Let's just see how much of a nightmare this little one is."

I laugh with Abel and sigh. "I'm scared about giving birth, Abel," I tell him honestly.