She looked at him as he approached, feeling like she was trapped between a rock and hard place. Her feet were frozen in place and her eyes danced around as she looked on, waiting for what he wanted to do. He stopped immediately before her and cupped her cheeks so slowly that the rainfall outside seemed like it was falling at light-year speed.
"Don't hurt me."
"I'm not," Ayden said in return. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Never."
"What's wrong Ayden? What happened to you?"
"Nothing's happened. I know you don't give a dime now, but I'm sorry, for real. For hurting Freya, for hurting you and everyone else. I truly am." He snuffed as tears made their way down his cheeks. "I just want to be here for you, when you need me. I told you sometimes I do stupid stuff because I'm obsessed with you. I love you a lot Ingrid, and I just don't know how to control myself when someone else tries to steal you from me." He whimpered as he shook a little bit. "I don't want to lose you, babe. You're all I have. You and our baby down here. So don't send me away, please."
She placed the ice on the sink and turned to face him. She cupped his cheeks immediately and her eyes scoured his dark ones. There was a trail where tears had slithered down his cheeks and she rubbed it off, and she moved closer to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Words sure do say one thing. Tears can cement the words if used appropriately too.
"We're not perfect Ayden. We've both made mistakes… one way or another." She started. "It's not right to judge each other, babe. And I need you, now more than ever. But if we are to do this we need to help each other, just as Ethan told us. That's why I wanted to tell you about Freya. I don't want secrets between us."
"I promised Ethan I'll take care of you and I don't care about his stupid promise." He stated. "I want to take care of you because you're the mother of my child, and that is why I'm here. That's the promise I intend to keep."
"Come here," Ingrid said as she pulled him by his collar. When their lips met once again, time and space froze all around them. The rain outside seemed to float in midair as well as their erected little skin hairs. Her mouth washed over him in a series of warm waves like an ocean on a sandy beach, too warm and inviting. Her mind was lost in the kiss, her hands lost in his hair once again. She moved back and forth allowing him to wash away all her senses to her core.
His hands soared through her chest as he cupped her breasts, pressing them with soft touches. She moved back and unbuttoned her black T-shirt as he removed his jacket. She threw the T-shirt on the floor below as he threw his jacket too. Like polar magnets, they went back to each other. She still had on her bra, and her pants while he had no clothing from the waist up.
When their skins touched each other once again for a long time, warm tides pulled back and forth their bodies. She held his tan skin with her palms, leaving nothing to chance. Her body felt hot, his hotter on hers. She kissed him back, and he kissed her neck, down to the valley of her breast. She felt his hand enter her panties once again, and she squeezed her leg when he felt him trying to enter a finger and two inside.
"Fuck this… I feel like doing… having se..." Ayden said as he pulled away from her, struggling to catch his breath.
"You want us to have sex? Now?" Ingrid asked, unsure.
"Yeah?"
"What about what Ethan said? That we shouldn't do that again."
"Come on, babe. He's not here to monitor us. Plus it's not like you'll be getting pregnant once again. You're pretty occupied you know?"
"I dunno. I mean I like what we were having a few moments ago, but I just don't feel the sex kinda mood."
"Ingrid. Your mom won't be here till ten. And by Monday you'll be back to school. We will never get the opportunity to do this again. Please."
"Sex… right now?" She asked once again.
"Yeah. The rain is even pouring." Ayden exclaimed as he unzipped Ingrid's tight jeans. "It's just the right conditions for doing it, so let's try."
"Fi… fine." She answered, biting her lips, a cold stare on him.
"Cool." He said as he pulled down her jeans.
"But we've got to at least have some decency… I mean we can at least not have sex in my mom's kitchen?"
"Oh?" He asked. "So where then?"
"My bedroom." She shrugged.
"Cool. Race you to it." He said as he pulled out the jeans from Ingrid's raised feet. He looked at her longingly and bit his lips.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my body?" Ingrid asked as she touched her breast, turned to look at her ass, and placed her hands there.
"Ethan was right," Ayden said. "You look kinda fat."
"Oh. So it's that real?"
"Yes." He said while nodding. He stretched his hand out to her. "Come on, let's go burn some of those fats."
"Stop joking about my body," Ingrid said with a smile on her face. "I'm in this state because of you."
"And now I'm allowing you to get into shape."
Ingrid laughed as she placed her hand on her belly. She caressed herself over and over. "By the way, is my pregnancy visible?" She asked.
"Just a little bit. Like under all those layers of clothing plus the belly belt that you wear… it's pretty invincible. Why ask?"
"I just wanted to know."
"Are you not yet ready to tell your mom?"
"No, I am. Don't worry. It's nothing much big of an issue."
"Come on then. Let's go do this." He gave her his hand and she took it.
She took him through the living room, to the opposite end of the kitchen. They took a walk through the long corridor to where she climbed the stairs that led to the first level of the house. She took a turn and led him to another corridor.
"So that's Ethan's room. The one at the farthest end is my parents'. The next one to Ethan's used to be his special room. He loved doing his private things there. We dared not bother him whenever he got in. And this one next to mine is a guest room but for kids my age. Or Ethan's. The main guest room is downstairs. And the one in front of us… is my room."
"I'd love to see it in person."
"The door is yours, my mischievous adventurer," Ingrid told him.