kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 29

Summer's POV:

"Wasn't that just so frigging awesome?!" I screamed in Matty's ear.

"Yeah, it was proper awesome." He smiled. Gosh, what did I ever do to deserve someone like him?

I know he had a bad side: his whole gang leader act thing he has going on.

keyword: act.

But that's because of the trouble he went through with Delilah. Wouldn't any sane person blame themselves? Everyone has their own way of punishing themselves, whether it's self harm or becoming a crazy ass gang leader.

I definitely know that he has a good side. I've seen it with my own eyes.
I've burnt his kitchen down for gods sake.

Since Matty is trying with me, I'm going to try with him.

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Days after concerts are the worst. As soon as you return home, post tour depression hits you like a tonne of bricks. To the fangirls out there, you feel me?

Sitting in bed, I re-watched all the videos Matty had recorded last night and just smiled. He's a babe.

When the monster in your stomach starts rumbling, it cannot be ignored. I repeat, it cannot be ignored. It will literally eat your insides. And besides, I guess I should start eating for 2, since after all I'm pregnant. That's still crazy news to me. I mean, yesterday, I was dipping raw pasta in custard and smothering gherkins in whipped cream. I don't even know what's happening. It's like this baby inside of me is a manifesting vegetarian zombie thing.

Heading down the staircase, I sprinted to the fridge and took out the peanut butter and jam. What? The inner american in me wants to be unleashed. I made a sandwich and daudled into the lounge, moaning in bliss at the taste of food.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you."

Shrieking, I turned around to face Matty with my hand on my heart. I'm not even joking, my heart is beating faster than a fat kid running towards doughnuts.

"Holy shit, don't do that! And what do you mean 'I wouldn't do that if I was you.'? What are you on about?"

"You shouldn't be moaning when I've been celibate for 3 months." He stated bluntly.

Blushing, I looked at the ground and smiled.

"That's a shame." I whispered cheekily. What the hell has gotten into me? Oh, that's right. A baby. That means my sex drive is currently sky high. Bloody hell, I'm going to be acting like a nyphomaniac.

Matty slowly walked closer, each step making my heart rate increase dramatically. As he spoke, his hand gently pushed the stray hairs behind my ear and he placed sloppy kisses on my neck.

"Yes, it is. It really is." He breathed in my ear.

Matty bit lightly on my collar bone, forcing me to hold back my moans. He gives me a small smile before placing me on his hip and jogs up the stairs, passionately kissing me on the way. He lays me down, kissing my lips before quickly removing his shirt.

"Easy tiger." I joked. As you can probably tell, I'm not very seductive.

He slowly pushed my top up, placing little pecks all over my stomach, whispering cute little promises about how he will try to be the best dad and a good boyfriend. I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him closer for a meaningful kiss. His tongue easily slips into my mouth and his hands find there way to unclip my bra. Let me tell you this, taking your bra off is the best feeling, but taking your bra off when you're pregnant is even better. He hovered over me, his lips on mine, the sexual tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.