Fate || BENNIFER

Unexpected

Jennifer's P.O.V

A part of me wanted to wake up every morning to find Ben next to me like that, but maybe it wasn't realistic. What had happened... well, It wasn't in the plan. Telling him about the pregnancy was all that should've happened, but I didn't expect the storm of the century to force him to stay. I never thought he would run away after finding out about the news, but the way he made sure I felt him close, that's something I didn't see coming. And now, watching him completely naked in my bed after what had happened just a few hours before, still feeling his hands on my skin, my hormones wanted a second round. Although technically it would be a forth round.

How had that happened? I couldn't sleep knowing he was on the couch of my living room. That wasn't exactly the kind of thing that happened very often. I went downstairs quietly, feeling my heart accelerate with every step I took. After verifying he was asleep, I kept walking to the kitchen. I knew where to find everything so I didn't turn on the light. I took a glass from the cupboard and poured some water in it. I drank it and put the glass in the sink. Before I could turn around, I felt his hands meeting my body and surrounding me from behind. He didn't say a word, his lips spoke for him. Now he was irresistibly naked in my bedroom.

"How long have you been awake and watching me?" He asked when he opened his eyes and saw me out of bed.

"Long enough to know that you still do that cute thing with your nose when you sleep." I answered with a little giggle.

Our encounters during the previous months had been rushed and I never had the chance to watch him sleep. I hadn't watched him sleep in almost ten years, so it was just fair that I took advantage of the situation.

"It's Saturday. Do you always wake up this early?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"I have to rehearse." I said still with that smile on my face.

"I've always admired how hard you work." He said in a sweet tone.

I watched him. He watched me. A smile drew on his face as he stretched his naked body on my bed. And my thoughts... It had been a month and a half since the Golden Globes, and I had forgotten how good he was.

"About what happened last night..." He started but I didn't let him finish.

"It didn't happen." I said in a funny rushed voice.

He chuckled and covered his face to yawn. The view was amazing. He probably hadn't realized the blanket wasn't covering his body anymore, and not a part of me wanted to tell him.

"I guess it was a dream." He said.

"Yeah..." I said as I crossed my arms and leaned on the wall.

"A good dream." He said making a funny face. "But... if it was a dream... how did I get here from the couch?"

"I guess you're a sleepwalker." I held back a laugh.

"Mmm... that must be the reason." He said.

His silly facet was one of the reasons I had fallen in love with him back in 2002. He knew how to make me laugh, and that was something I loved about him.

"Why don't you come back here... and we start the day off right." He said in a naughty tone.

"I really have to rehearse. I have a concert next week." It felt hard for me to reject an offer like that.

"Today's Saturday... fuck!" He said jumping out of bed and frantically looking for his clothes. "I had to pick up the kids from my mother's. She's gonna kill me."

"She's an angel." I said amused.

I walked with him to the door. We rather rushed to the door. He made sure he wasn't missing anything and then stopped. I hadn't had a second to think about what would happen when he had to leave. An uncomfortable feeling invaded my body all of a sudden, maybe the race downstairs had been a bad idea, maybe it was that he was leaving and I didn't know when I would see him again.

"Will you call me if you... make a choice about..." He tried to say, still recovering his breath.

"Yes." I kept my answer short and concise.

He nodded and started to walk backwards before saying goodbye and turning around. I would've liked to watch him reach his car, but a stronger need deprived me of that moment. The second I closed the door, I had no choice but to run at my speed limit to avoid throwing up on the floor. The unexpected reaction of my body to that little race suddenly became a concern. I had a concert set for seven days later, and the dances I had to perform were demanding, a thousand times more demanding than running downstairs. I called my choreographer to let her know that I would be late, but I didn't tell her the reason. I couldn't tell anybody.