Fate || BENNIFER

Stolen Moment

Ben's P.O.V

It was a sunny morning in California, and I found myself faced with a unique challenge. Jennifer's performance was just weeks away, but fate had dealt her an unfortunate hand. She had sprained her ankle during an intense rehearsal, and now she had to avoid walking too much to allow her ankle to heal. However, convincing her to be still proved to be no easy task.

I had tried everything to get Jennifer to rest and keep her ankle elevated, but determined to continue with her daily routine, she refused to be confined to the couch.

That morning, as I flipped the eggs in the pan, I noticed a slight limp in the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I saw Jennifer hobbling into the kitchen. Concern etched on my face, I walked to her.

"What are you doing up?" I asked, gently guiding her towards a chair.

She pouted, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"I couldn't resist the smell of your cooking, and besides, I missed you." She replied, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I couldn't help but smile, my worry momentarily forgotten. It was moments like these that reminded me why I fell in love with her. Despite her injury, she radiated a playful energy that was contagious.

Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you too, but please be careful. I don't want you to hurt yourself even more." I said.

"I promise, but for now, let's enjoy this moment." She smiled.

"Of course, just let me finish up here." I laughed softly.

"Grace is still sleeping. It's a miracle. Maybe we can enjoy a little more..." She stepped closer to me and whispered.

My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of stealing a few moments of intimacy with Jen.

"I think we can manage that, but then you have to rest." I said in a playful voice.

"Deal." She giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

As the bacon sizzled on the stove, our playful banter continued, our laughter filling the kitchen. In one swift motion, I moved towards her, my hands finding her waist. She gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. I effortlessly lifted her, placing her gently on the kitchen table. The wood creaked beneath her, but the sound seemed to fade into the background.

Our lips met in a fiery kiss, a blend of passion and restraint. We devoured each other, our hunger palpable, as if we were running out of time. Our bodies pressed against each other, fitting together like two puzzle pieces, each touch was deliberate.

Our breath mingled, the coffee-scented air growing thin as our kisses grew deeper. Soft laughter escaped our lips amidst our stolen passion.

But time was not on our side. The thought of our sleeping baby upstairs lingered in the back of our minds, a constant reminder that our stolen moment was fleeting.

"You know I love you in that pajamas, but take it off." She whispered as her fingers grazed the edge of the table.

My heart skipped a beat. I reached for my shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion. As I tossed it aside, a wave of anticipation washed over me. We were so close, so ready to give in to our desires. But fate had other plans, our desires were soon to be thwarted.

Just as our lips were about to meet again, a distant cry shattered the silence. The soft whimper grew louder, echoing through the stillness of the house. My heart sank, and I let out a frustrated sigh. Jen's face fell too, disappointment etched across her features. We exchanged a knowing look, our desires momentarily replaced by the responsibilities of parenthood.

With a heavy sigh, I reached for my discarded shirt and slipped it back on, the moment slipping away like sand through our fingers.

Grace's cry was enough to take us out of our distracted state, allowing us to realize a faint, unpleasant smell.

"The bacon!" She exclaimed.

My eyes widened as well, and I quickly turned towards the stove, my heart pounding. The aroma of burning bacon filled the room, and the once delicious strips had turned into charred remnants, smoke billowing from the pan. I quickly turned off the stove and grabbed a nearby spatula, carefully removing the burnt bacon from the pan.

"I can't believe we forgot about the bacon." She laughed.

"We got a little carried away." I admitted, joining in her laughter, the tension of the moment dissipating.

As I opened the window to let the smoke escape, my mind went back to Grace's cry, her soft cry drifting down from upstairs. I hurried across the room when I saw Jennifer heading to the stairs.

"Let me take care of it." I said placing my hand on her shoulder.

Her brows furrowed with hesitation. She wanted nothing more than to tend to her baby's needs, but I had to remind her that she needed to take care of herself as well.

My hand cupped her face before my lips crashed against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.