Extra Story - We'll have a baby too, okay?

Chloe Grace clung tightly to his arm, her fingers digging in as an odd, unsettling image flashed through her mind. Her fair complexion paled instantly.

She had tried so hard to convince herself that flying wasn't scary. It was just a plane soaring through the sky—nothing more. It wouldn't suddenly plummet to the ground, and there was absolutely no reason to be nervous.

Yet, no matter how much she tried to suppress the thoughts, images of plane crashes kept forcing their way into her mind. They swirled in her head, filling her with irrational dread and leaving her thoughts in chaos. She was miserable. If she had known she'd still suffer from air sickness after five years, she never would have insisted on coming with him back home.

Ugh, this was absolute torture!

Just as she was spiraling deeper into her anxiety, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close. Her head came to rest against a broad, firm chest, and a deep, steady voice whispered beside her ear.

"Chloe, you get airsick?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing hard. She wanted to respond, but she was afraid that opening her mouth would only make her throw up. Instead, her small hands gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, seeking something to anchor herself.

Blaine Jackson frowned as he lifted her chin gently, taking in her pallid face. His sharp brows furrowed. "You're really not feeling well, are you?"

Nestled against him, Chloe nodded pitifully, her lips pursing as if she'd suffered some great grievance. Her expression made Blaine both exasperated and amused.

"If you get this sick, why did you insist on coming with me?"

She wanted to ignore him, but the teasing lilt in his voice was impossible to miss.

"Are you regretting bringing me along now?" she mumbled.

He let out a long sigh and pulled her even closer. "I just hate seeing you suffer like this. I told you already—this trip might not even last a month. If something goes wrong with the collaboration in Japan, I might have to fly back in as little as a week."

"But I don't want to be apart from you," she admitted softly. She feared that once he returned home, he wouldn't want to leave again. Even though he had reassured her countless times that Claire Grace was just a friend, she needed to see her with her own eyes. Maybe, deep down, she had already labeled Claire as a rival.

"Is it that you don't want to leave me, or that you don't trust me?" Blaine chuckled knowingly. "Chloe, do I really seem that unreliable to you?"

She pursed her lips, not answering. Instead, she buried her face deeper against his chest, as if she could shield herself from his probing gaze.

"Hey, stop rubbing against me like that," he grumbled, his voice turning huskier. His warm breath brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.

Chloe huffed. "What, I can't touch you now?"

"Touch my foot," he muttered, tightening his hold on her. "You keep squirming, and I—" He stopped himself, his jaw clenching. If she kept this up, he might actually lose control. Did she think he was a saint or something?

She tilted her head up at him, her large, round eyes reflecting her curiosity. "Blaine, will we always be together?"

He raised a brow. "What's gotten into you?"

"Just answer me." She needed a distraction—anything to keep her mind off the nausea. If she didn't, she might actually start screaming and making a scene, which would be even more humiliating.

"Of course we will. Why else would I spoil you this much?" He smirked. Even his own sister, Sophie, hadn't received this level of indulgence from him. Chloe was the only one who made him feel protective, afraid that she might leave him.

She exhaled slowly. "I love you."

"I know." His voice was calm, but there was a trace of warmth beneath his teasing tone. She said it so often—how could he not know?

"Blaine, I feel terrible. Can you say something sweet to make me feel better?" she coaxed, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"You think sweet talk will cure your nausea?" he asked, skeptical.

"Just say it," she insisted, poking his chest with her fingers.

He caught her hand in his. "If you wanted to hear something nice, you didn't have to resort to poking me, you know. Careful, or I might lose control and 'take care' of you right here on the plane."

She gasped, glaring at him. "Like I'd believe that! You wouldn't dare do anything with all these people watching."

"You're that sure?" His lips curved into a mischievous grin as he leaned in close—so close that she could count every individual eyelash framing his dark eyes.

Instead of backing down, Chloe smirked and, before he could react, planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on his cheek.

The crisp sound echoed through the cabin, drawing the attention of several passengers around them. The people in the rows beside and ahead of them turned, their curious gazes landing squarely on Blaine's face.

She stifled a giggle, waiting for his reaction.

As expected, his jaw tightened, and his ears turned a deep shade of red. But rather than losing his cool, he merely turned to the onlookers and flashed a devastatingly charming smile, as if nothing had happened. Once their attention finally drifted away, however, his expression crumbled, and he shot a dark glare at the culprit laughing uncontrollably in his arms.

"Think that was funny?" His voice was filled with mock irritation, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. Truthfully, he was slightly annoyed, but seeing her genuinely happy—especially after how miserable she'd been—made it all worth it.

"Told you—you wouldn't dare," she teased, beaming up at him.

Blaine let out a defeated sigh. "You're impossible."

She tilted her head, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "Blaine, do you like babies?"

He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just wondering if you do." She averted her gaze, her long lashes fluttering as she tried to conceal the emotions swirling in her eyes.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you trying to say?"

She turned back to face him, her expression serious. "Blaine, let's have a baby."

He stiffened. For a moment, he simply stared at her, then a slow, amused smirk spread across his lips.

"Chloe, are you proposing to me?"