Paint You Wings

Eighteen

Waking up, I glance at the clock and groan quietly. It's only two in the morning. I turn my head and look at Aaron sleeping next to me. His face so peaceful, even in his sleep he looks absolutely attractive. A small trace of a smile appears on his face and I can't help but run my index finger over his lips lightly. He groans and his hand wraps around mine. His lips kiss the tips of my fingers and his blue eyes flutter to life. "Go to sleep." He groans, snuggling closer to me. I breathe in his aurora and place my hands on his chest. Staring up into his blue eyes, his hands wrap around my back and cup my bottom. "Will you be able to sleep now?" He asks quietly, catching my bottom lip between his teeth. I sigh in content and nod. He pulls me closer, and I find myself laying awake. My head in his chest, I think about if I'm pregnant. My periods are so often late that I can't determine if I am or not by that. I haven't been having any unusual cravings, nor have I been gaining weight. If anything, I've been losing it.

I close my eyes tightly and try to stop thinking about it. I don't even realize I'm crying until a sob racks my body and Aaron is jolted awake.

His grip tightens, and he whispers "Shhh, it's okay." Into my hair while stroking my back.

Once I'm a little more calm I look up at him. His eyes are full of concern and love. I smile, and he relaxes a little. "What's wrong?"

I inhale deeply. Letting it out, I shakily respond, "I was thinking about the baby... if there is a baby."

"Belle, don't worry about it. Just close your eyes, I won't go to sleep until you do."

"No, Aaron, that's the thing. I can't sleep. I'm so worried that I'm pregnant... I don't think I could be. I don't want to be."

His brows crease together and he looks past me before chuckling slightly. "It sounds like it's a bad thing that you might be carrying my child." He bites his lip and I see his eyes get a bit glassy.

I shake my head and run my hands up his chest and around his neck. "It's not like that, that isn't what I meant. It just that I never really wanted kids, and we never discussed it. I mean... we just moved in together, and we just got engaged. Not to mention we've only been together for little under a month."

"I know, Belle... I'm sorry that I'm rushing this. I just... I don't want someone else to have the chance to come sweep you off your feet."

"Oh, Aaron." I kiss his lips passionately. "You know you're the only one for me. I've never felt so strongly about someone that I'm actually willing to marry them... I've always hoped I'd make that kind of connection... but I never did until I met you."

"As reassuring as that sounds, I still have my worries. You could do bet-"

"No, Aaron, I couldn't." Suddenly feeling extremely exhausted, I yawn and lay my head on his chest. "Let's sleep now." I whisper.

And so we fall asleep, tangled in each others bodies.

***

I don't wake up again until ten thirty. Aaron has once again, moved to the other side of the bed, and is sleeping peacefully. I sigh and sit up, pulling the covers off me. I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of white skinny jeans and a red Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt. Getting dressed quickly, I turn to see Aaron watching me closely. His eyes dark with lust. I smile and walk over to him, straddling him at his core. His hands go to my hips and he rubs circles on my hip bones.

"You're so skinny." He scolds.

I shrug. "Not sure how, I eat everything I see." I joke. "We need to leave soon." I get up, but he grabs my ankle, pulling me back. I fall onto his chest.

Huskily, he whispers in my ear. "I'd rather stay home with you all day."

I close my eyes and push myself up. "I know, but we have to find out if I'm pregnant... I can't go much longer without knowing."