Taking Chances (WILL EDIT LATER)

Chapter Twenty Two.

Waking up the next morning with the sheets sitting sinfully low on his waist, Taron slowly sat up and looked around his room. Clothes were strewn around in various places and when he turned to look at the woman next to him, she was on full display. Taron groaned as his eyes caught the time on the alarm clock as well. He knew that his mother was bringing Mikey home early as she was taking his sisters out for the day. Taron carefully got out of bed and went on a search for his boxers. He managed to find them on top of his cupboard.

"Good morning handsome." Natascha mumbled, stretching. To keep the peace, Taron walked over to her and kissed her. He really wished that it was Nicola in his bed again but he knew his chances with her had fizzled.

"Mam's dropping Mikey off soon." Taron said, unknowingly making Natascha's blood boil.

"But I need you." She pouted, running her fingers down his still bare chest. Taron stopped her.

"You should get dressed." He said, hoping that she'd get the message. She didn't. Natascha smirked and ran her hand down his chest again, this time stopping at Taron's lap. He jumped up and moved from the bed.

"Enough. Seriously, get dressed. Now." He said, grabbing his shirt and hurrying downstairs to put some well needed distance between him and the woman laying stark naked in his bed.

Natascha was beyond pissed off now. If Taron thought that this was the end of their little hiccup, he was sorely mistaken. If anything, she was going to up the ante.

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Taron was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking his coffee when Mikey knocked on the door. The father knew it was his son because he could hear Mikey talking. He chuckled to himself and greeted his mother and his son. They talked for a few minutes before Mikey begged Taron to watch his little cartoons.

"Now that he's settled, do you want to tell me what's really going on?" Tina asked as she took a sip of her coffee. Taron -who was buttering a piece of toast for Mikey- put the knife down and hung his head.

"I feel stuck." Taron admitted. Tina nodded. She could tell that he was unhappy the moment she met Natascha. It was obvious as the nose on your face that Taron was still so in love with the woman carrying his baby.

"Why are you with her?" Tina asked, point blank. Taron shrugged.

"I just want someone for Mikey. He's getting older and needs a mother." He answered. Tina had to stifle a scoff.

"Taron, it's good that you want to put him first but I think in this case, you are making a terrible mistake. Natascha doesn't match either of you." Tina explained.

"I need a break." Taron said, ignoring what his mother had just told him.

"Why don't you and Mikey come to the park with us today." Tina suggested. Taron gave her a small smile but shook his head.

"Nicola will be there." She teased. At the mention of her name. Taron's heart skipped a beat and the flutters erupted in his body. Tina chuckled at the slight flush on his cheeks.

"Honestly, I would love to see her." Taron said with an almost relieved tone.

The adults talked some more before Tina left to go home and get Rosie and Mari ready for the park. Taron had offered to make a picnic lunch for all of them and Tina gratefully accepted.

Taron got to work on getting things ready for the outing he, Mikey and Natascha would be embarking on. He could only pray that Natascha would show her true colours and Tina would be able to see why he was so stuck.

It may have taken a while but when she was ready to show her awful face, Natascha put on the skimpiest lingerie she could find and a see through robe. She felt like she was on top of the world and it was time to show Taron who was boss.