with a sense of possession.
Noticing my sudden reaction, his shoulders slump slightly and he utters softly, “If you don’t want me to cut the cord then I won’t, but if you don’t mind I would love to share in this experience.”
Allowing him to do this act that is usually reserved for the father is both an honor and a heart-break. Knowing this irritating and obnoxious boy will be the one cutting the cord causes a conundrum of emotions to roll through me, shredding me up inside. Though he irritates me, I cannot deny the bond now formed between us. Looking into Callum’s strong, yet gentle face, his caramel eyes gaze down upon me, reminding me how he willingly stepped into the role of knight in shining armor. Looking up at him I realize everything he has been put through today. I now see him with very different eyes. His well-built physique and good looks is usually thrown off by his lackadaisical and arrogant shroud, but his protective covering has melted away. A sensitive and kind core now pours out of him, causing him to appear even more charismatic to me.
Looking into his liquid caramel eyes, I respond to his statement, “I would be honored if you would cut the cord.”
“Thank you!” A beam of joy spreads across his face, lighting up his seductive eyes.
Reacting on his impulse he bends down, placing a soft, passion-filled kiss on my mouth. His soft, moist lips gently move against my mouth, causing a wave of passion to vibrate within the pit of my stomach. The intense situation we have gone through together is liberated as our lips vigorously connect. Freely I respond to his now fervent kiss with equal zeal. Our mouths move aggressively against each other, as we surrender the overpowering need pulsating within us, causing my heart to hammer aggressively against my chest.
While we are lost in the hypnotic state of our passionate and overzealous kiss, a sudden low coughing sound of someone clearing their throat snaps us out of our state, “I don’t mean to bother the both of you, but you are going to have to remove your lips from hers if you are going to cut the baby’s cord. It is very blatant how happy the both of you are, but this little boy can’t wait any longer.”
Callum slowly pulls his head away from mine, staring deep into my hazel green eyes. The countenance within his eyes immediately transforms from a soft passion-filled appearance to a completely terrified expression. The furrow between his eyes narrows, causing a cold business-like façade to wash over him, guarding his emotions.
“Thank you Breanna, for letting me cut the cord, even though we both know I am not the baby’s father,” he whispers, in a flat icy tone.
His words pierce right through me as I watch him walk over and cut the tie that binds my baby and me. A surge of revulsion and anger forms in the pit of my stomach then vibrates through me, causing my hands to tremble against my innocent child. What was I thinking? This is not supposed to be an emotion for me. I can’t have any feelings for someone, least of all this arrogant ass. I am now a single eighteen year old mother. I cannot act like I am still a teenager anymore. I can’t and won’t be Callum’s play-thing.
Gazing down at my miracle, I stare into his eyes, uttering softly, “Looks like it is just me and you… Noah. I want you to always know you were conceived in love and will grow in love. I promise.”
The nurse walks over to me, gently removing Noah from my protective grasp. She carries him over to the examining table to weigh, measure, and clean him up. My eyes anxiously follow them when suddenly Callum utters, “You did great, but now that you don’t need me here anymore, I think I am going to leave. I am abso-bloody-lutely exhausted.”
Shutting my emotions off I respond to him in an impersonal tone, trying to mirror his sudden distance, “You fulfilled your duty completely. I appreciate it, but you are right, I don’t need you anymore.”
He
Noticing my sudden reaction, his shoulders slump slightly and he utters softly, “If you don’t want me to cut the cord then I won’t, but if you don’t mind I would love to share in this experience.”
Allowing him to do this act that is usually reserved for the father is both an honor and a heart-break. Knowing this irritating and obnoxious boy will be the one cutting the cord causes a conundrum of emotions to roll through me, shredding me up inside. Though he irritates me, I cannot deny the bond now formed between us. Looking into Callum’s strong, yet gentle face, his caramel eyes gaze down upon me, reminding me how he willingly stepped into the role of knight in shining armor. Looking up at him I realize everything he has been put through today. I now see him with very different eyes. His well-built physique and good looks is usually thrown off by his lackadaisical and arrogant shroud, but his protective covering has melted away. A sensitive and kind core now pours out of him, causing him to appear even more charismatic to me.
Looking into his liquid caramel eyes, I respond to his statement, “I would be honored if you would cut the cord.”
“Thank you!” A beam of joy spreads across his face, lighting up his seductive eyes.
Reacting on his impulse he bends down, placing a soft, passion-filled kiss on my mouth. His soft, moist lips gently move against my mouth, causing a wave of passion to vibrate within the pit of my stomach. The intense situation we have gone through together is liberated as our lips vigorously connect. Freely I respond to his now fervent kiss with equal zeal. Our mouths move aggressively against each other, as we surrender the overpowering need pulsating within us, causing my heart to hammer aggressively against my chest.
While we are lost in the hypnotic state of our passionate and overzealous kiss, a sudden low coughing sound of someone clearing their throat snaps us out of our state, “I don’t mean to bother the both of you, but you are going to have to remove your lips from hers if you are going to cut the baby’s cord. It is very blatant how happy the both of you are, but this little boy can’t wait any longer.”
Callum slowly pulls his head away from mine, staring deep into my hazel green eyes. The countenance within his eyes immediately transforms from a soft passion-filled appearance to a completely terrified expression. The furrow between his eyes narrows, causing a cold business-like façade to wash over him, guarding his emotions.
“Thank you Breanna, for letting me cut the cord, even though we both know I am not the baby’s father,” he whispers, in a flat icy tone.
His words pierce right through me as I watch him walk over and cut the tie that binds my baby and me. A surge of revulsion and anger forms in the pit of my stomach then vibrates through me, causing my hands to tremble against my innocent child. What was I thinking? This is not supposed to be an emotion for me. I can’t have any feelings for someone, least of all this arrogant ass. I am now a single eighteen year old mother. I cannot act like I am still a teenager anymore. I can’t and won’t be Callum’s play-thing.
Gazing down at my miracle, I stare into his eyes, uttering softly, “Looks like it is just me and you… Noah. I want you to always know you were conceived in love and will grow in love. I promise.”
The nurse walks over to me, gently removing Noah from my protective grasp. She carries him over to the examining table to weigh, measure, and clean him up. My eyes anxiously follow them when suddenly Callum utters, “You did great, but now that you don’t need me here anymore, I think I am going to leave. I am abso-bloody-lutely exhausted.”
Shutting my emotions off I respond to him in an impersonal tone, trying to mirror his sudden distance, “You fulfilled your duty completely. I appreciate it, but you are right, I don’t need you anymore.”
He
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