My Safe Haven (BxB)

Chapter XLVII - Thanksgiving Plans

Andrew's POV – 26 November 2019 (Tuesday)

It's been well over a month since Olivia's arrest and I must say life has been so much nicer without having to see that woman's face. Even though I was a bit bummed about Jeremy being taken into police custody as soon as he recovered, I had to understand that he also had a hand in this. He also had a hand in the attempted murder of my boyfriend, so he had to pay in some way.

Speaking of my boyfriend, I've been staying with him at his house for the majority of last month. Well...I've pretty much moved in taking into consideration that all of my clothes are now here, at his freaking house! But I'm not complaining because this allows us to spend every second of the hour together; and I know you may be wondering: But don't you ever get bored of being with him. No! Christian may be a lot of things but boring isn't one of them. In fact, I appreciate the time we spend alone because I get to learn more about him. I've learnt that he's in to art, very fluent with Spanish and don't get me started about the interest he has in politics. His interests are such a weird combination, but I love him nonetheless...

"What are you blushing about?" said boyfriend asks, interrupting my thoughts. "It better be me."

"I'm just thinking about tonight's dinner" I lie.

"Oh, what exactly about tonight's dinner is making you all flustered?" he questions, rising from his seat to stand in front of me, before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm just so excited for Jenny. I've been speaking to her over the phone, and she sounds so freaking happy" I smile, lacing my arms around his shoulders.

"That's really nice" he beams. "I'm happy for her."

"Yeah, me too" I chuckle. "You know, whenever I call her out for her giddy behavior whenever she talks about Paul, she always feels the need to remind me that that is how I also act when I talk about you" I say, dropping my hand from his neck and placing it on his chest.

"Yeah, you do become giddy when you talk about me" he jokes, before dropping my hand off his chest and moving to the other side of the kitchen, making me sigh.

See, Christian and I have been together for some time now and we haven't done anything sexual, and we all have my very big mouth to thank for that. After finding out what bottoming was, and sneaking in a few videos here and there, I saw fit to come back and blab to Christian about how the thought of getting fucked made me uncomfortable (a complete lie that I didn't have to tell by the way, but I told nonetheless). So Christian has been avoiding touching me for too long because he fears he might make me feel uncomfortable. Does any one of you know where I can get a time machine and go back to that very moment and slap myself silly for saying stupid shit like that? I completely cock blocked myself and I have no idea how to fix that...

"Baby, you're zoning out again. What's up?"

I was lying when I said the thought of getting fucked made uncomfortable. Bend me over...daddy. I cringe at my thoughts, I would never say that out lout. EVER.

"Andrew!" he calls out again.

"Yes? Oh I'm so sorry. W-we should pr-probably head out" I stammer, as I make my way out the kitchen, to the front door, not forgetting my coat considering that the weather has dropped significantly over the past few weeks.

"You're acting weird" Christian says, very lowly from behind me. I know men don't have ovaries, but I think I might have them because when I heard his voice, I'm certain I felt them move.

"M-me? We-weird? Don't be silly" I laugh awkwardly, staring at him intently. When the temperature started dropping, his skin got a little pale, not the sickly kind of pale, but a very light shade of his original complexion and I must say, it made his brown eyes pop just a tad bit more. They just became a more mesmerizing, breath-taking, and each and every time I stared at them, I would get completely lost...

I am brought back to reality when his cold hand finds my equally cold one and he starts walking in the direction of Jenny's house. God if he didn't take my hand, I'm pretty sure we would've stood there the entire night.

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We were currently seated in the kitchen, around a small table enjoying the pizza that Jenny probably bought from the Frozen Foods Aisle and shoved in the oven so she could act like she made it.

"Jenny this is really good" Paul compliments, making me snort.

"Are you okay Babe?" Christian asks with genuine concern, making me nod with a small smile plastered on my face. "Oh I just thought the food went down the wrong pipe."

"Wrong pipe, my ass. Or rather, up my ass!" Jenny yells, as Paul tries to retain his composure.

"Is that a gay joke?" I question in disbelief.

"You sure as hell it is. I'm glad you're catching up" she jokes.

"Speaking of catching up, when will you catch up on your cooking classes and stop taking credit for putting a frozen pizza in the oven" I fire back, making her gasp.

"I shouldn't have taught you how to cook" she shakes her head in disbelief. "Look at you disrespecting your teacher."

"Jen you can't even boil eggs, how would be able to teach me? A whole master?"

"Remember when I made you that dish? What's it called again? Spaghetti bolo-knees? You loved that one!" she argues.

"It's Bolognese, and I do remember that day quite frankly. It was the day we had cereal for dinner" I say, pushing Paul over the edge, as he finally releases the laugh he's been trying so hard to keep in.

"Oh-oh my good-ness" he says in between fits of laughter. "You two are freaking characters. Please tell me you'll be staying over for longer." I look at Christian for approval, and he nods signaling that we could stay for longer, "Great!" Paul exclaims. "My family is going to love you and your aunt's company this weekend, you guys are so much fun."

"This weekend? What's happening this weekend?" I ask, clearly confused at what Paul is on about.

"Oh I forgot to tell you Andrew. Paul and his siblings will be flying to Michigan tomorrow to visit their parents. They are hosting a thanksgiving dinner, so Paul and his sisters will be heading there. But the important thing here is, they got two extra tickets...for me and you" Jenny explains, making my mouth drop to the floor in shock. My parents have always been financially well but I've never gotten an opportunity to fly before, so this was...exciting.

"Oh my goodness, sure I'd love to tag along" I say, excitement oozing out of me.

"Ah, then all is well" Paul beams.

"Uhm I think I'm gonna go. I'm not feeling well" Christian says lowly. Not the sexy kind of lowly, but the drained kind. "Thanks for dinner Jen, and it was nice meeting you Paul" he says, standing up from his chair.

"But I thought we agreed that we'd stay here for a bit longer?" I question as I look at him expectantly.

"Yeah, but I'm not feeling so well right now" he averts his gaze to the floor. "I'll bring the clothes you'll need for your trip" he adds. "Thanks once again Jenny" he says, before walking out. And as confused as I was at this sudden change in moods, I couldn't help but wonder if my eyes were deceiving me, or Christian was really crying.

But if he was crying, why?

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Hello Lovelies

I am back with yet another Chapter and all that I have to say is all of this is making me sad. This book really is slowly but surely coming to a close.

As sad as it is, it's a major accomplishment. I'm so close to wrapping up my first story, maybe some more will come after this one...I don't know.

But anyways, I just wanted to thank all of you once again for giving me the support you've given me. It's most certainly been my driving force and what pushes me to continue writing, so thank you.

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