All Chapters of His accidental surrogate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zaire’s pov The sun shined brighter when we stepped out of the courtyard. Kyra walked ahead a little, one hand on her small bump, the other wrapped around her handbag like she was holding herself together. I unlocked the SUV with a soft beep. "Kyra... are you okay?" I asked gently. She nodded without looking back, but her shoulders betrayed her, tight, drawn up, trembling just a little. I didn't push. I waited until she climbed in, buckled up, and stared out the window like the world outside could answer questions she hadn't said out loud. I started the engine. The AC hummed. The rain pattered. We pulled off onto the main road. For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke. Only the sound of tires on the asphalt, and Kyra's quiet sniffles she tried to hide. I glanced over at her. Her chin trembled. Her lashes glistened. Her fingers curled tightly into her lap. Then her breath broke. Just once. "Kyra," I said, barely above a whisper. Those five lett

Zaire The evening air feels warmer now, like the garden itself knows something’s changed between us. The lanterns catch in Kyra’s eyes, and I swear I’ve never seen them this open. This unguarded. She doesn’t pull away from me. She doesn’t hide. She just sits there, breathing like she’s not afraid of the moment anymore. I brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It’s nothing, just a small touch, but her inhale is sharp enough to wreck me. “You’re tired,” I say quietly. “Let’s go inside. You shouldn’t stay out in the late air too long.” She nods, slow, but I see it in her face. She doesn’t want this to end either. I help her up, catching her when she wobbles. Her hand settles on my arm for balance, and I don’t think she realizes how long she leaves it there. I do. I feel every second. We walk toward the house. Close. Arms brushing. Every step pulling that quiet tension between us tighter. Inside, the lighting is low and the house is quiet. Peaceful. Mine, but

Kyra pov*** Pieces of broken glass and scattered items scrape across the floor as I sweep them into a dustpan. Zaire’s crouched under the sink, pushing the loose cabinet door back into place. The air is warm and heavy, still humming with everything Savannah left behind. I shake my head, quiet. “Lord... she really fucked up your kitchen.” Zaire gives a low exhale. Doesn’t look at me yet. “Yeah... she did.” He tightens the hinge. “But she needed that release. I could feel it building.” I kneel beside him to pick up the pot she dented when she hurled it at the counter. My hands are still shaky, but I keep my voice steady. “You knew she still liked you?” He sits back on his heels. “I knew she cared. I honestly didn’t know it was that deep... not anymore.” I don’t say anything at first. Just drop the pot into the sink and keep sweeping. The silence isn’t hostile. Just thoughtful. Heavy. He watches me for a second. “You alright?” I shrug, keeping my eyes on the glass. “I

Kyra’s pov I’m halfway through my eggs, humming because Zaire can actually cook, when my phone starts buzzing across the counter. The screen lights up: *Bri, Lex, & Nia – Video Call*. My eyes go wide. “Oh God... not them.” Zaire raises a brow. “What? Answer it.” I give him a look. “They are dramatic.” “That’s fine,” he says, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “I can handle dramatic.” I sigh and swipe to answer. Immediately, three faces pop onto the screen. Bri with her bonnet, Lex in her car somewhere, and Nia still in bed wrapped in a blanket. Bri: “Kyraaa! We calling to check on you because you disappear on us and we haven’t seen you in the group chat.” Lex: “Yes, what happen? You good? The baby good? You good good or pretending-good?” Nia: “And why you look like you just wake up in somebody else bed? Lemme see the sheets!” I nearly choke. “Stop! Y’all too loud! I’m eating!” Bri: “Eating where? That don’t look like your kitchen.” Lex: “Hold on...” S

Kyra’s pov I push our overflowing cart to checkout. Tiny designer clothes, luxury blankets, soft toys, and that high-end stroller Zaire insisted on “matching his style.” The whole thing’s stacked to the top. The cashier scans each item, beep after beep. My excitement starts to mix with anxiety. I lean toward Zaire, whispering, “Zaire... this... this is a lot.” He glances at me, calm, steady. “It’s okay, Ky. Don’t worry about it.” The final beep sounds. The cashier looks at the total and speaks carefully: “That’ll be $48,632.27.” I freeze. My eyes go wide. “What?! Forty-eight thousand...?!” Zaire stays relaxed, his hand brushing over mine. “Ky, it’s fine. Really. I’ve got it.” My face goes pale. “You... you’re serious?” He nods, voice gentle. “Completely. You don’t need to stress about any of this. Today is about you and the baby. Let me handle it.” I bite my lip, still staring at the total, but slowly exhale. “I... I don’t know what to say...” Zaire leans slig