On Thin Air

Evil Seeds

Surprised, she looked at him. Sehun pulled out his wallet and slid a wallet sized picture of the second ultrasound they'd gotten done onto the table.

"The family tree," Sehun said, "yes, adjust it. In six months."

A smile touched her face. Growing even more when his hand touched her thigh. Sliding up teasingly. Namjoo struggled not to shift in her chair or make noise when his fingers teasingly went higher.

It was her step-mother who gasped the loudest. Leaning all the way over the table to snatch the picture. Holding it close to her eyes as if to look for any proof of fabrication. But Namjoo was no longer paying attention. While trying to keep her focus, she playfully fingered his thigh. Gritting his teeth for self-preservation he narrowed an eye at her.

Namjoo was seriously engulfed with giggles by the time they walked out to his car.

"You should have told me," Namjoo said when they got in.

"I had to be prepared, right?" Sehun asked. Taking out his wallet again he passed over another copy. "I made one for you, too. In case you got jealous."

Giggling happily, she gently hit his shoulder.

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Sangki huffed vexed. Blowing steam underneath his breath from the top of the stairs as he watched his younger brother make out with the woman that was supposed to be his. His fingers curled into a fist.

Six months he said.

Six months!

Namjoo had been pregnant that long and neither of them said anything. All this time, they'd been lying to their faces!

The bastard Oh Sehun had already had sex with Kim Namjoo. Another chance taken from right under his nose.

Sangki bit down no his teeth so hard his jaw went sore.

"Do you like her?" a voice made him turn.

Hea came up to his side. Crossing her arms she watched Sehun reverse the car and drive onto the road.

"You were staring really hard back there. It was kind of shamefully obvious," Hea commented.

"Shut up." Sangki snapped. Pivoting, he headed back inside.

"Do you really want them to be happy?" Hea wondered. "I know some things about Namjoo no one else does. Are you curious?"

Examining the younger woman's quirky expression, Sangki faced her. "I'm in."

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Holding the love of her life's hand, she let him lead her up the stairs. Into their home. Up the stairs again. Down the hall to their room. High on the clouds. Sharing the same kind of laughter still.

Clutching onto him. Kissing him. Stumbling down the corridor. Knowing she wanted him only. Have his hands on her. His mouth. His breath, his voice. Because he belonged to her. And she loved him to the earth's ends.

Panting when they withdrew. Their lips lingered. Seductively yearning to touch again. Hooking her hands around his neck she stared into his face. Savoring the endearing moment. Namjoo could nearly read the promises weaving through his irises. Of love. Security. Of a forever she had never had.

Brushing a hand over the corner of her mouth she said again, "I love you."

His big hand settled at her lower back. Making her gasp dreamily. Pressing her body into him. "I love you, too."

Their smiles met. Finally kissing and closing the door as the love of her life led her into bed.

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