Hidden Bonds

Chapter 21: Saving Grace

Waking up in the cabin with Graham is surreal. I'm listening to his heartbeat, soft and steady. His breathing is even and deep, moving my head on his chest in a gentle rhythm.

It's odd having him beside me like this.

We didn't fuck last night. We didn't do anything, except hold each other, get used to the feel of being together in this way, like a normal couple, like normal mates.

His heart beat stutters, starts to pound and his breathing is interrupted. I can tell he's awake now, so I pretend to be asleep.

Fingers run through my hair, almost hesitant, but then they run deeper, massaging my scalp, taking away the ache that has been there since this began.

My little moans give me away, but I don't care, I just scoot closer to him, wrap my leg around his, pressing myself against his side. I'm acting like a bitch in heat with the way I'm rubbing into his touch, seeking affection from him, but I don't care. I want to enjoy this for now. I don't want to take it for granted.

We don't speak. We just let ourselves enjoy the quiet in this moment, only breaking it when Graham finally hops out of bed.

I hear clattering in the kitchen, pans being dropped, smashed and slammed all over the place. "What are you doing in there?" I yell out, though with his hearing there really is no need to.

His head pops into the curtain that separates the bed from the rest of the living space. "Breakfast. You like strawberries and whip cream with your waffles right?"

I roll my eyes at him. He acts like he hasn't known that since we could even eat table food. He just gives me a wide grin and is off again, clattering things around, making a mess I'm sure.

I'm just sitting up in my elbows, about to get out of bed when he's back, a tray in hand and batter on his cheek. I can feel how much effort he is putting in as he snaps at me to stay in bed before placing the tray in my lap.

He watches as I eat bite after delicious bite, just looking in in happiness that I'm eating the food he has prepared for me. He looks like a dog that's wagging his tail, just waiting for someone to acknowledge his accomplishments.

I pay him on the head as I lick the rest of the whip cream from my fingers. "Did you not make any for yourself?"

A huge blush is slowly forming, coloring his cheeks and sliding down his neck. He scratches behind his ear in apparent embarrassment. "I kind of Burt the rest of them."

It makes me feel guilty that he hasn't eaten, but it also makes me feel good that he would want to give all of this to me, that he would want to give up things for me at all.

I give him a smile before hopping over to his side of the bed, wrapping him up in my arms and then leaning over to his cheek to lick off the batter.

I must say, it does taste quite a bit better when it's being licked off rather than eaten off of a plate.

I let my tongue continue on, closing in on his ear, sucking and tasting it, reveling in there moans that rumble from his chest.

I nip down until I reach my mark, smiling as I lick it as well, laughing when I start to feel he needs in him rise.

I pull back. "Thank you for breakfast."

He gives me his mega watt smile. "Anytime."

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We lounge the morning away, taking and cuddling, just enjoying what we have, not thinking too much into it until Gem arrives for lunch.

"I brought you a sono-" she freezes, one hand reaching into her purse, the other gripping her bad tightly when she sees Graham. "Maybe it'd be better if I left." She starts to turn tail and run, but I quickly intercept her, not letting her run from this.

I can see her tiny pooch staring to form, she's around a month, but were pups grow fast.

"Stay, please? We should discuss this, Graham will be on his best behavior. Won't you Graham?" I give him a look, not the good kind, but the 'I'm earning you not to screw his up kind.'

He doesn't say a word as I lead Gem to the couch, letting her sit to the right of me. "How are you feeling today? How's te pup?"

She eyes Graham frantically, her fingers twiddling around in nervousness, before reaching into her bag to pull out a black and white photograph.

"I brought you the sonogram." She looking back and forth between Us, watching for any sort of negative reaction.

I take the photo, hold it out and she starts to ramble, fücking her hair behind her ears. "It doesn't look like much yet, it's early. The baby hasn't quite developed enough to depict a clear-"

I hold it my hand to stop her. "It's fine. I know that. Doctor Blackwood is my aunt, remember?" She nods her head, unsure if her actions. Graham's prescience has completely shot her nerves. She's not even partially comfortable around me now.

She jumps when he starts to speak. "Can I get a look at it?" Trying so hard to be apart of this.

I hand him the picture while she nods her head.

He's looking at the photo in awe. I can feel his disbelief in the situation, his disbelieve that this is really happening. I try to give him some time to think, but can't stop myself from asking. "Are you okay with this Graham?"

He looks over, eyes Gem. "It's fine... I'm fine." He turns back to stare at the photo that is clutched tightly in his hands. Gem releases a breath.

I start to think that maybe this little life can help us in ways that we might not be sure of yet, maybe this little one can be exactly what we need, our saving grace.