"I'm ready." Patrick says, standing up. He grabs his helmet and inspects his freshly cleaned mouth guard before putting in in his mouth. He instantly shifts it to the left side of his mouth, half of it dangling from his lips. He gives me a small smile before following his GM back out to the ice. I sigh and grab my pass, heading to the stands. One of the ushers helps me find an open seat and I sit alone in a quiet section of the arena. There's still one period to go. I watch the game absentmindedly, my attention shifting from Corey to Patrick. The fact that all of this is my fault is something I can't even begin to comprehend.
After the game, I wander around a little bit and wait for Patrick so he can take me home. He grabs my shoulder, making me jump. His hair is still wet and he wears the same smile on his face.
"What're you doing?" He asks, tossing his arm around me.
"I need a ride." I shrug, allowing him to guide me out the side doors. I see Corey out of the corner of my eye and I look in the opposite direction.
"You miss him don't you?" Patrick asks after we walk past him.
"Yeah. But it won't work since-" I cut myself off, assuming he knows what I'm talking about. He nods and pulls his arm from my body, walking around me to get in his car. I get in the other side and buckle my seat belt. I spend a few minutes fiddling with the lower strap, trying to get it to sit comfortably against my bulging stomach. I hear Patrick laughing and I look over to see him staring at me.
"What?" I laugh, continuing to pull at the seat belt.
"Is everything that much of a struggle?" He asks
"Yes you don't even understand." I groan. I finally find the right spot and let the belt tighten, leaning back in my seat.
"What about sex?" Pat's keys jingle as he shoves them in the ignition and starts his car. I look over at him and roll my eyes.
"Probably." I laugh
"Probably? Wouldn't you know?" He asks and I fake gasp.
"What are you implying, Kaner?" My mouth hangs ajar for a moment before we both giggle, "No I don't know. Corey and I hadn't done much lately."
"We should try it." He says, extremely quiet. I stare at him and his face reddens as he realizes that I heard him.
"Okay." I answer
One week later
I jump as my front door bursts open. Fifty runs into the room and Patrick trots into my apartment. His gray sweats pants hang loosely on his hips, falling lower as he approaches me.
"Hey mama!" He calls, the only name he calls me anymore rolling effortlessly off his tongue, "Thing 1, thing 2, how are you guys doing?"
"Patrick I told you to stop calling them that." I laugh, twisting my head to look at him as he waltzes around the kitchen island towards me.
"Sorry, sorry. That's why we need names." He tuts, leaning against the back of my chair and watching me on my laptop. I ignore him and continue scrolling through my tumblr, trying to relax. As I get distracted again, looking at pictures of the ocean, I feel him playing with the ends of my hair. His hands get deeper into my hair, his fingers combing through it. I reach forward for my drink, slightly pulling away from him. As I lean into my chair again, he pushes all my hair off my back completely, draping it over my shoulder. His hands sprawl across my spine, messily massaging my muscles. He moves up to my neck and pinches the top of my shoulders. I let out a strangled moan and instantly realize my mistake, pulling away from him. I jump up from my chair and look at him, covering my mouth. The sides of his mouth are slightly curled into a smirk and my face reddens.
"Um, I have to pee." I blurt and run off. I pass the bathroom and go into my bedroom, closing the door. A warmth grows between my legs as I stand, staring at the wall. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed and my hair messy. My thighs throb and I sigh, ripping my hoodie off. I run to my dresser and grab a lacy bra, tugging it on. It doesn't fit at all because my boobs have grown so much, but it still looks sexy. I throw on the matching underwear and some stockings. I rush back over to the mirror and I'm stunned. My stomach is huge, I've never felt more insecure, but in this moment I finally see the beauty in it. My stomach is housing two small babies that I'm giving life to. That Patrick and I have created. I fix my hair and again feel heat radiating from my vagina.
"Patrick!" I scream, my voice echoing through my room
"What?!" He calls back and I chuckle.
"Can you come here? I can't reach something!" I shout, knowing he'll believe me. I quickly drag a chair to the middle of the room, placing it facing the bed. I sit down across from it and wait. His footsteps get closer and closer before the door swings open. He steps in the room and glances around for me. His eyes stop on me and I swear his jaw drops. He stays frozen for a moment before kicking the door closed. He walks over to me, taking giant strides. He gets as close to me as he can, bringing his lips towards mine. He grabs my chin and stares into my eyes for a few seconds before laying a gentle kiss on my mouth. We kiss a few times more before I pull away. I point to the chair behind him and he furrows his brows at me.
"Sit, now. I don't have all day, daddy."
YOU ARE READING
House (Sequel to Butterflies)
Fanfiction"Be careful," I whisper, peering down at my doe eyed newborn, "Boys will make you do stupid things. One minute you're just looking at them, and the next you're in the delivery room having his twin babies."
