It's a little small but it's just so the gap between the previous chapter and the last one won't be that big. The last chapter will happen to be the next one that I will be posted later today along with a message from me. You'll see what it is later.
Twenty days later
(Christian) "How many kids again?" - he rubbed his forehead.
(Hannah) "Twenty." - she tried to hide her smile.
Christian groaned and leaned his head back on the chair.
(Christian) "I hate kids." - he mumbled.
She hit his chest and he groaned again, but this time it was from pain.
(Christian) "I love my son and I will love all the kids I will have I just don't see why the fuck I have to deal with other people's kids. I mean, they fucked and had a baby. They can take care of their own fucking mess."
She raised her eyebrow at his annoyance. He looked stressed.
(Hannah) "You're in need of a blowjob."
Christian head snapped to her, his eyes slightly wide.
(Christian) "I do, really."
(Hannah) "That's too bad because we agreed we wouldn't engage on any sexual contact until our wedding." - she smirked.
(Christian) "You agreed." - he mumbled again.
She chuckled and stood from her chair.
(Hannah) "I still need to go to the grocery store to pick up a few more candy for the kids and some more balloons."
(Christian) "Why do we need more balloons?! It already looks like a fucking clown threw up in our house!"
(Hannah) "Your son likes clowns, even though they scare the fuck out of me. He wants a clown themed party and he's gonna get a clown themed party."
(Christian) "Well, I don't like clowns either."
(Hannah) "Well, suck it up just like I will and most adults in that party because only innocent people that haven't seen a horror movie with clowns love them."
Christian rolled his eyes and she walked to him.
(Hannah) "Call me when the two clowns were ordered for the party call you."
He nodded and received a kiss on the lips. Since they agreed to a non-sexual, temporarily relationship about two weeks ago, they limited the contact to minimum. Their kisses were small and soft, not rough and passionate. They slept on each end of the bed but they were still touching their hands together so they would be connecting somehow.
She walked out the door and right on time, his phone ringed.
(Christian) "Yes." - he answered the call.
"Hello!" - someone very excited greeted on the other end. - "We're the Funny Brothers and we have a reservation for tomorrow for a little boy named Marco!"
Christian rolled his eyes. The dude was too excited for his likings. Of course he was a clown, he had to be excited but come on.
(Christian) "Yep, that's right." - he said annoyed.
"Well, we will be at that address tomorrow at four p.m.! Bye bye, champ!" - he hung up the call.
He groaned again. Champ... He was thirty-four years old.
Next day
The bell rang and Christian looked at Hannah annoyed.
(Christian) "The apocalypse is starting."
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I Won't Let You Go Again
Romance(Sequel to: Don't Let Go) Five years after Hannah was kidnapped, she's still living with her captor. Until one day, someone that appeared before her lover once, claims that wants to help. That someone gives her something that has her believe in hope...
