REIKA

TWENTY-FIVE

"We have to tell him."

My voice broke the silence as we laid in bed with my head on his chest. Alban wrapped an arm around me and placed a hand on my shoulder, caressing me and pulling me closer to him. He tucked his other hand under his head, making his chest look wider. Our breathing was still somewhat ragged from our intense section.

"I know. Your dad might really kill me this time. I can't blame him. I'll tell him myself." He was smiling when he patted my shoulder to let me know it would be OK. The news of our second child had made him cheerful, but at the same time, he looked worried. Alban moved his hand from under his head and laid it over my belly, lovingly rubbing my low abdomen's skin. After kissing my cheek with a small peck, Alban sat up and rested his back on the headboard, and took a deep breath.

"Reika... I'm sorry, this is my fault." He lamented, but I dismissed it with a smile.

"It takes two to make a baby. We were playing with fire and neither of us measured the risk. You could have used condoms, though." I smiled again, rolling on my belly, getting closer to him, and running a hand down his abs. I couldn't resist the need to feel his skin.

"Look at it. Do you think a condom would fit?" He smirked. Alban was sitting with a knee bent and his elbow resting its weight over it. He brushed his white hair back and lifted his hand over his head as he waited for my reply. I had my arm over the other leg he had stretched on the bed. After looking at his softening dick, still wet and resting on his thigh, I mimicked his playful expression. Sitting up next to him, I brushed my short hair away from my face.

"No, right?" I ran my index finger along his length, drawing circles around the small slit on the head. "It would have either snapped or strangled it. Maybe a special one?" I uselessly suggested, and he gave me a hopeless look.

"I should have figured something else out. I should have kept you safe."

"What would you have done, wrap a shopping bag around it?" I joked, my finger still caressing the soft damped skin of his dick. Alban smiled but didn't reply.

We sat next to each other in silence. I should have done something too, but I was too dickmatized to think of contraceptives. This was on both of us.

"Are you disappointed in me?" Alban spoke while avoiding my eyes. There was a hint of worry in his expression. Was that what he was worried about?

"What? Pff, no!" I leaned my head on him.

"It's OK if you do. I tend to fuck everything up." He rubbed his face. Moving my fingers up his body, I drew invisible curvy lines over his pale chest, but said nothing. I had fucked some things as well.

"What does this mean for us?" He asked softly. There it was. The question I knew would come up sooner than later.

"It means you are my boyfriend and we are having a second child..." I took his hand in mine and pressed my lips together, forming a straight line. This time it was me who avoided his gaze.

Please, accept it.

"Just that? A boyfriend?" He searched for my eyes, and I had to look back into his. The happiness of knowing we'll be parents of two was slowly fading from his expression.

"I'm... not ready to go all the way with a mating yet." I voiced in a low tone and he nodded.

"I understand." He looked sad but didn't fight me on this, nor argued against my wish. Alban was giving me the time I needed. This was easier than I thought it would be. Way too easy, maybe?

Studying his face, I found he was only looking sadder with each passing second. I refused to say it out loud because of my pride, but I wanted him to be mine, and mine alone.