𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟑𝟎

I woke up beside Kamala, who was still fast asleep. My eyes wandered across the cave, noticing our shoes scattered across the floor. We must've dozed off here, lulled by the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. I turned back to Kamala just as she stirred, her grip on my waist tightening.

Gently, I tucked a curl behind her ear, and her brown eyes fluttered open at my touch.

"Good morning, sweet pea," she murmured in that raspy morning voice I'd grown to love.

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "How'd you sleep?"

"Better than I have in two months," she replied before cupping my face and kissing me.

It was slow and tender — one of those kisses that lingered with meaning. I'd missed moments like this: waking up to her, her messy curls framing her face, the sunlight highlighting her features just right.

"I want you to have all my babies," she said suddenly.

I pulled back, surprised and amused. "Are you still half-asleep?" I teased.

But Kamala just smiled, shaking her head. "Nope, I'm fully awake and aware of what I'm saying." That earned a small laugh from me.

"I'm serious, Allura. If I could get you pregnant, trust me, I would've done it a long time ago," she added, her hand resting gently on my stomach.

I swatted her hand away playfully, propping myself up on my elbows.

"And you're saying that with the straightest face," I said, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Of course," she replied without hesitation. "I meant it when I said I take us seriously. Not right now, but someday... I'd love to have all of that with you."

My heart swelled. We'd talked about a future before — marriage, building a life together — but this felt different. This felt real, like her words were no longer just ideas but plans she was ready to put into motion.

"I'd look huge if I was pregnant," I said, half-joking. "Like, big as hell. You'd still want me like that?"

Kamala's fingers traced along my jaw, and she gave me that look — the one that said, 'Now why would you even ask me that?'

"Allura..." she started, her voice soft. "I'd take you any way you come. You're beautiful to me in every form. And besides," she added with a smile, "you'd be so cute waddling around big and pregnant with my baby inside you."

My lips puckered as I tried to hide how much her words affected me, but Kamala noticed. She gently grabbed my chin, guiding my face back toward hers.

"You're blushing again," she teased. "I love how I can still make you do that whenever I want."

Our lips met in a soft kiss, her hands resting firmly on my waist.

"When will you be home, sweet pea?" Her face was gentler, but I could still hear the worry in her voice.

Her question hit me harder than I expected. It had been months since I'd been to Kamala's house, and as much as I tried to ignore it, I missed it — more than I wanted to admit. That house was too big without me in it, and deep down, I knew it.

"I'll admit... I miss being there," I confessed. "I really do, but I haven't figured out when yet."

She nodded, her expression warm and understanding. "That's okay," she said softly. "I won't rush you... but I need you to know how much I miss you being there with me."

Her lips hovered just above my ear.

"How much I miss you in my bed," she whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my neck.

"My kitchen," she added, pressing another kiss against my skin.

"Everywhere, actually," she murmured, her voice low and full of meaning. "I want you to come over today."

That familiar warmth spread through me, just being near her again and enjoying her presence. She had always made it clear that her home was mine too, and that sense of belonging made me feel valued and cherished. I had missed her body—every curve I had memorized, still vivid in my mind, as if I could feel them against my lips even now.

"Before I come over, how are things between you and Maya?" I asked.

She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as her gaze drifted toward the waves. Choosing her words carefully, she finally said, "Well, we're not in the best place right now, but things are starting to get back to how they used to be. The day you told me what happened... I kind of lost it."

I frowned. "What do you mean by 'lost it'?"

"When I got home, Maya was already there, waiting for me. Almost like she knew exactly what was on my mind."

Flashback───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Kamala's Pov

I opened the door to find Maya sitting on the couch, her body angled toward the entrance as if she had been waiting. Her hands were clasped together, her posture relaxed, as if nothing at all was wrong. I set my purse down, moving slowly, deliberately, until I was standing right over her, looking down.

"Why? Tell me," I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering.

She stood, meeting my gaze without hesitation. Her breathing was steady—too steady. Too calm for my liking.

"Kamala, maybe you should be asking yourself that question," she said smoothly. "You went to Atlanta and cheated on Allura while she heard it on the phone. So ask yourself why."

I inhaled sharply, trying to steady my own nerves. Before I could stop myself, my finger was pressed against her chest, pushing against her with each word.

"What the hell does that have to do with you, Maya? So I make a mistake, and you think that gives you the right to sleep with my girlfriend?"

Her expression flickered with surprise before she tilted her head. "First of all, don't touch me like that," she warned. "Secondly, since when was Allura your girlfriend, Kamala? You never even asked her out."

Frustration surged through me, bleeding into anger. My pulse pounded, my hands trembled, and I was suddenly so overheated that I yanked off my jacket.

"It. Doesn't. Fucking. Matter," I seethed, enunciating each word as our faces nearly touched. "She's mine. She always has been, and she always will be."

Maya let out a slow, amused chuckle, slipping her hands into her pockets as she leaned in just enough to close the remaining distance.

"And you know what?" she murmured, her voice laced with something taunting. "She wasn't yours when she was squirming under my tongue, now was she? I see why you go so crazy over her—she tastes incredible."

That was all it took. My fist collided with her face before I could even think. We tumbled to the floor as Maya grabbed for my hair, and suddenly, we were locked in a vicious fight. It felt like it went on for hours, like I had lost all sense of time.

I couldn't stop. The image of Allura in someone else's hands—when that was supposed to be my place—sent me spiraling. The betrayal cut deep, but it wasn't just about Allura. It was Maya. My own sister. She knew how I felt, and she did it anyway. We both tired ourselves out as Maya stood sitting on one couch while I sat on the other. Her nose was bleeding while the side of my face had a small cut.

I couldn't feel the pain—only the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me. We sat there in silence, our breaths the only sound filling the room.

"I hate you," I muttered, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing too fast to settle.

"I hate you too," Maya responded, her voice flat. She didn't even look at me.

*Present time* Allura's Pov───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Wow, so you really fought someone over me?"

Kamala looked down, her arms wrapped around me as I lay against her chest.

"Damn right I did," she murmured. "I love you."

I lifted my gaze, my eyes catching the faint mark on her cheek. Gently, I sat up, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise before pulling her into a tight embrace. Listening to her retell the story made my heart ache. The last thing I ever wanted was for her to fight—especially not with her own sister.

"I'm sorry, Kamala," I whispered. "I never wanted you two to fight. Definitely not like that."

"It's okay, baby," Kamala murmured, running her fingers gently along my back. "Maya and I are in a better place now... after not talking for a few weeks."

I sighed, relieved but still uneasy. "I'm glad, but I hate that it had to come to that."

She pressed a kiss to my forehead, holding me a little tighter. "Me too. But some things just had to be worked through the hard way."

We sat there for a while, watching the waves roll in and out, our fingers intertwined, neither of us needing to say a word. The rhythmic crash of the ocean felt like a quiet reassurance—like we were exactly where we needed to be.

Kamala finally stood, grabbing our bags with a small smile. "Let's get going. I'm ready to feed you."

I laughed softly, standing to follow her. This—this moment, this peace—felt like the start of something new. A step forward in rebuilding what we had almost lost.

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Short chapter but the next one will be longer.