Dancing with a stranger

Chapter|19 ✨

I and Kian have still been hiding out at the lake house. Kian went to the small town over to take me to my appointment and to pick up some groceries. At it, I found a pay phone to get hold of Grace. So, she's not worried sick.

The Dr. Notified me I was pregnant, and I was 6 weeks along, the smile that lit up Kian's face when the Dr. Explained that to him. My heart to see this boy's faces.

After the appointment, we left for the grocery store, and he asked me what I wanted or if I desire anything in every aisle. We went in. I told him i didn't need everything, and he put it in the cart.

When I talked to Grace, she mentioned she has never seen my father so fired up. She added he was on a rampage wanting to know where I was. Even Steele and his father didn't know what to do. They said I was making a fool of their family and their name.

I felt happy anyways without Steele in my life. I never could vibe with him let alone he didn't want to be in the first place.

I did manage to tell Grace that I was pregnant and she let a squeal and I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

Talking to grace made me feel better. I wasn't ready to talk to my father. Even I don't know what happened to my mother after she kidnapped me. My father said he would handle it. And I pray to god she doesn't find I'm pregnant. God knows what she would try to do.

We got back to the house and put all the groceries away. He decides to cook pasta and chicken. I was craving it. While he did that I sat down at the table munching on pickles and some peanut butter ice cream. Watching him cook made my hormone do wild. It was hot to me. I never really had a guy cook or took care of me. My father never really cooked like that.

The pasta was delicious. I scared it down. Now we're sitting on the patio looking over the lake. It felt nice. I could raise my kids here. I thought about life but inner thought I would get married and have kids. I'm in no rush to get married.

It started lightly raining and I stood and wrapped my cardigan around me and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat and pull him to me.

And we started dancing with the twinkle of the fairy lights about us. He started humming perfect by Ed Sheran. I looked up into those eyes an smiled and he smiled back.

The soft rhythm of Kian's humming fills the air as we sway gently under the rain. The cool droplets mix with the warmth of his hand in mine, and for a moment, the world feels far away. The soft glow of the fairy lights around us casts a dreamlike quality over everything, and I can't help but smile up at him, my heart lighter than it's been in days.

His eyes meet mine, and there's a quiet understanding between us, something unspoken but there all the same. He's been everything I didn't know I needed, and now, in this moment, it feels like maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. I'm scared of everything-of the future, of my father's wrath, of what's to come-but with Kian, in this moment, none of that matters.

His voice drops a little, still humming the tune of Perfect, and then he sings softly under his breath, "Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms..."

I'm lost in the sound of his voice, the way it feels like it wraps around me, a song just for us. I close my eyes for a second, letting the moment wash over me. But then reality creeps back in-thoughts of my father, the impending storm of what my pregnancy means, the life I've been running from.

"I'm not ready to go back," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rain.

Kian stops humming and pulls back slightly to look at me, his thumb gently brushing against my hand. "You don't have to go back. Not yet. Not if you don't want to."

"But what about everything? My father, the business... Steele...?" The words come tumbling out before I can stop them. I hate the heaviness of it all, but I can't help but face the truth. "What does this mean for us?"

Kian's expression softens, and he gently pulls me closer, holding me tight against his chest, just the two of us in the quiet of the night. "It means we're not running anymore," he says quietly, his voice steady, but filled with something deeper. "It means we're making our own path. Together."

I close my eyes again, leaning into him, letting the rain wash away the weight of my worries. For the first time in a long time, I feel a little bit lighter, even if I know the world won't wait for us forever.

But tonight, it's just us. The rain, the lights, the song, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone anymore.