How to be loved

How to be loved44 - How could you.

How to be loved

44 – How could you.

"What's on your mind?" Becky's voice was soft, curious, as she stepped onto the balcony. The gentle breeze caught her hair as she approached, her gaze falling on Freen, who sat quietly, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, lost in thought.

Freen didn't answer right away, her lips curving into a faint smile as if caught between worlds—one of her own thoughts and the reality of Becky's presence.

"Hmmm, just... things," Freen murmured at last, her voice almost a whisper. She glanced up at Becky, warmth spreading in her chest. "Come sit with me."

Becky didn't hesitate. She lowered herself beside Freen, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Freen melted into her embrace, leaning back into the warmth, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she savored the comfort Becky always brought.

"What kind of things, babe?" Becky probed gently, her fingers tracing slow, reassuring patterns along Freen's arm. There was no pressure in her voice, just the quiet invitation for Freen to share whatever weighed on her mind.

Freen hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. "I'm thinking about..." Her words trailed off, uncertainty lingering in the air.

"About?" Becky pressed softly, planting gentle kisses along Freen's shoulder, her touch both tender and grounding.

"About what happened to us... that we... we already had sex," Freen finally confessed, the last words nearly a whisper, as if saying them aloud made the reality even more profound.

Becky froze for a moment, her heartbeat quickening. She pulled back just enough to look at Freen, her eyes searching. "Uhmm... do you regret it? I'm sor—"

"No," Freen cut her off instantly, sitting up straight and turning to face Becky fully. Her hands reached for Becky's, holding them tightly. "No, my BB... no, I definitely don't regret it." Her voice was firm, but her eyes revealed a hint of uncertainty. "But... I do have some questions."

Becky softened, her concern fading as she squeezed Freen's hands. "What is it?"

Freen took a breath, clearly gathering her courage. "Is there... is there a possibility that you'll get me pregnant?" she finally asked, her voice almost shy, the question hanging between them.

Becky's words stumbled over themselves, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry, I haven't thought about it enough. I was caught up in the moment, and I've never been with anyone like this before. I... I had no idea." Her eyes filled with worry, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "I know it's not an excuse, but if things ever escalate, I'll respect your decision, I promise. I just—"

Freen gently pressed a finger to Becky's lips, stopping the anxious ramble. Her gaze was soft, her heart swelling at how deeply Becky cared. "Shh... it's okay," Freen whispered, her voice soothing like a lullaby. "You don't have to apologize, my love. We were both in that moment, and I wouldn't change a thing."

Becky blinked, her breath catching at the tenderness in Freen's words. "Are you sure don't... regret it?"

"Not for a second," Freen said with a smile, her eyes locking with Becky's. "Being with you, feeling that close to you... it's everything I've ever wanted. I wouldn't take back a single moment, BB."

Becky let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening with relief, but still, the worry lingered. "But what if... something happens? I should've thought about it more. I'm so stupid."