"You know I love and care about you." He whispered to her. "First you want to keep a pregnancy that I'm so against, and secondly you want to hide in school skirts and high walls... why? What wrong have I done to you to deserve this punishment?"
Ingrid turned around and looked at him. He was so close that she could smell his fragrance. "I've been there, in school, this past one week, and trust me... it's far much better than home. At least I got people I can talk to. Madison and Freya... they're cool you know? You see Ayden, my dad took away my phone and laptop back home as a punishment for talking rudely to them and I have been grounded. Ethan is not there anymore and trust me, home is not the same anymore. I really miss my brother, Ayden."
"I know... I know." He turned his head to face her. He pushed her hair away and tucked it behind her ears. "Ethan is not here, but I am. Let me keep you happy..."
"Keep me happy?" She chuckled at his answer. "You even don't want to see me with this kid and that's worrying enough. It keeps me worried. Not happy. Sometimes I wonder whether you truly love me or if you're just into me because I'm older than you."
Ayden rose and rested his upper torso on his arms and looked at her strangely. "Ingrid, don't you dare! Don't ever say that." He blurted at her in a low calm voice. "I love you, and don't ever doubt that!"
"Then why tell me such harsh words like those? That you were willing to carve out the baby out of my belly yourself if that's what it took for us to be together?" She skimmed her eyes at him worriedly.
Ayden gave out big sudden breaths, staring at the ceiling. "It's because I'm stupid and crazy! I'm stupid and crazy over you! I'm so mad about you that I'm not willing to let anything get in between us. Not even a baby you and I both know we are not prepared for. It's a selfish decision and I'm not going to apologize for doing so."
"Ayden," Ingrid spoke up to him in a concerned manner, "are you even really capable of doing so?"
"No..." He answered feeling ashamed. "I can't." He shook his head slightly.
Ingrid pulled her stretch shirt up, took her left palm and placed it gently on her tummy, and caressed it again and again. Ayden noticed her doing so. She seemed happy at that moment, breathing out softly.
"Go on, feel it... feel it," Ingrid whispered to him. Ayden looked at her for about five seconds. She seemed okay with it. And he could tell that she was up for being a mother. She wanted to keep the baby. "Go on, feel it..."
Ayden took his left hand and placed it on top of her belly skin. She was warm despite all the cold hovering in and around the room. He tried to feel what she was feeling. A heartbeat? A bump? A kick? He couldn't find himself agreeing on what he was supposed to feel. She kept romantically smiling at him, showing her appealing happiness. He shook his head telling her that he couldn't feel what she had been feeling. She chuckled at Ayden and told him that he would feel it in the future maybe if the baby had grown inside. He grinned back in the same romantic gesture, his eyebrows wallowing in love.
His hand was still on top of her tummy, and the two were staring at each other. Ayden slid his hand slowly from Ingrid's stomach and made it seductively disappear inside her trousers. He traced his fingers just above her panty line before he even took them down much further where her thighs met her sex. Ingrid watched him, bit her lips in a seducing fling as an ecstatic pleasuring rush collected between her legs. He slid his middle finger in her and in return, Ingrid gave out a soft moan fueled by the sexual pleasure.
He stroked her opening gingerly as if she were a delicate flower that might fall apart. His fingers stroked her insides in a fashioned manner, giving out slight touches here and there before lifting his finger again to rub off another part of her vagina, making her want more and more of what he was doing in there. The finger in her tight channel continued to rub even faster and gentler as she breathed in heavily with her heart racing up now and her fingers clenched the mattress below. He turned her head to face her and slowly brushed his lips on hers in an addictive maneuver before finally kissing her while rubbing, pushing, caressing her down there.
"Fuck!" Ingrid moaned, letting him know she was where he was heading at. "Don't stop… don't stop."
Ayden continued throbbing harder and deeper into her this time going painfully slow until her body quaked with delight as her moans became louder and louder. Ingrid clenched her legs together almost as if wanting to squeeze him out. She began pushing down against his hand rhythmically, with his fingers darted firmly in her-caressing her and causing her to nearly explode.
"Um, Miss Ingrid..." a voice came before them and Ayden got his hand out of her panties with his middle finger filled with Ingrid goo and quickly stood. Ingrid still shocked by the sudden budge by the stranger quickly got on her feet to face the woman at the door, so as to stand beside Ayden.
"What's the matter, Charlotte? Is there anything wrong?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, we have a low supply of detergents. I was wondering if you would go buy the specific supplies so that we may be able to finish the lower rooms by today's end." The older woman in an orange overall answered her. She was the leader of the workers.
"Oh, no problem at all. I'll get downstairs in a minute."
"Okay..." she answered quickly nodding in a touché manner.
"Would you like to shake my hand?" Ayden teased her stretching out his arms to greet her.
"Babe, "Ingrid laughed out giving him a sudden nudge on his right shoulder. She turned to the woman, "Sorry, he's a joker most of the time..."
Charlotte gave out a weak smile before she turned to head outside of the room and closed the door behind her. The two dropped on the bed again simultaneously in a choreographed manner of a romantic style. Ingrid gave out a big breath and laughed out in the end. Ayden joined the toxic laughter soon too and they guffawed sheepishly,
"We just did that, in my brother's bed!" She blurted out laughing.
"Ethan is not going to be happy when he finds out," Ayden added.
"Oh my God," Ingrid mumbled, probably remembering that her brother wasn't here. And wouldn't be for many years. He wouldn't be here to help her in this upcoming situation. "I'm pregnant..."
"We're gonna have a baby!" Ayden spoke so calmly.
"We?" Ingrid inquired.
"You heard me correctly..." Ayden cohered. They grabbed each other's arms and stared into the white ceiling above, probably staring into their future together...