Corn Stalked 2: Converted (Children Of The Corn)

Chapter #13: Rebuilding the Bridges

A cold realization had just hit me as I stared up at my new husband. I was wide eyed as I spoke.

"Malachai, when is your 19th birthday?" I asked the ginger again.

Malachai thought for a moment before looking back at me.

"2 months from yesterday. I'll be 19 on November 1st." He answered.

2 months?!

My face fell a bit now, my eyes trailing to the floor.

"Oh..." I murmured, shoulders slumping.

I had been afraid of an answer like that...

Malachai noticed this and put his hand under my chin, lifting my head back up to meet his eyes.

"Why? Is everything alright?" He wondered.

I offered a weak smile to him.

"It's fine....just a little sooner than I would have hoped, I guess." I breathed.

Malachai studied my expression, his own concerned. It was odd, seeing him so worried about how I was feeling. But I didn't want to upset him, so now I made my smile look more believable.

"Well, I suppose all we can do then is to make the most of the time we've got left....together." I suggested, the last word lingering as it left my lips.

This made Malachai's eyes widen slightly. Then the corners of his mouth slowly started turning upwards and he reached for my hands, taking both of mine in his.

"Together?" He pondered.

I only nodded in response to this, which seemed to be good enough for him.

Because the next thing I knew, he pulled me gently towards him...and brought his mouth to mine.

I'm not sure for exactly how long we stood there kissing, but what I was certain of, was that it felt right, oh so right! Malachai's hands travelled down my back and wrapped firmly around my waist, while my fingers tangled in his hair.

It wasn't until Sapphira cooed from her spot on the bed that we detached our lips from the other's. Slightly embarrassed from how hard each of our passion levels just peaked, the two of us turned a shade of red and laughed.

"So...what should we do now?" Malachai questioned, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.

As if on cue, Sapphira began to whimper, signaling that she was going to start crying very soon...

"Well first, I'm going to feed her and get her to sleep. Then after we can figure out what to do." I stated.

After a quick nod of his head, Malachai leaned against his bedroom wall and watched as I picked up Sapphira. I sat on the bed and cradled her in my arms, unbuttoning my shirt as I did to reveal my bra. Malachai watched intently as I lifted Sapphira's head to my breast and let her begin feeding.

The room was silent now. A gentle breeze fluttered in through the window as Malachai and I stared at one another.

I was getting an extremely severe case of deja vu, but this time it felt much less tense in the room. Hell, I even felt comfortable for once.

Sapphira's hands tugged at my shirt now as she fed, I still found that so precious. Her clinging to me.
I smiled down at her as she finished feeding.

I recovered my breast with my bra, but left my shirt open as I stood up now. Taking Sapphira back to her crib in the other room, I gently layed her down. She didn't look very tired yet, so I knew it was time to improvise. So, I started to hum an all familiar tune, singing it quietly.