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In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
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EDEN ABRELL
"I'm pregnant."
The second the words left my mouth, I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if I should be feeling relief or guilt. I didn't know how he'd react to this. What if he hated me?
"What?" He breathed out in disbelief.
"Yeah," I drawled awkwardly, nodding. I couldn't believe it either. It was crazy. So unlikely. But it's happened and I—I—There are no words. I have no words.
Huxley creased his brows, "But I thought-"
"Me too. I took them every day at the same time. The doctor said sometimes they just fail," I shrugged.
He looked down at our hands. I could see his eyes moving all over the place. What are you thinking? "Huxley," I said gently.
"You're pregnant," He whispered, pulling his gaze back on me.
I nodded, "I'm pregnant." I watch his face, looking for any sign of his reaction.
Nothing. Not a sign. Was it him or was I just bad at reading people?
"We're having a baby," He whispered again as he tightened his grip on my hand.
Nodding again, "We're having a baby." I laughed nervously and nipped a part of my lip gently.
Come on, baby. Give me a sign. Anything.
A grin slowly formed on his face, his dimple popping out as he peppered kisses all over my face. "Stop it, that tickles," I giggled but made no attempt to move away.
He smiled, resting his forehead against mine. "My stunning's having my baby." I grinned happily, blushing as I place a kiss on his lips. A relief filled laugh left my lips.
He's happy. Good, that's good. Him happy makes me happy.
"Oh thank god," I breathed out in relief and laughed. "I thought you'd be mad."
Huxley pulled back and watched me, his eyes filled with confusion. "Why would I be mad?" He cupped my cheek and brush my skin gently. I sighed in content and leaned into his warm touch. His touch comforted me to an extent I couldn't describe with words as they all fell short in comparison.
"I just," I cut myself off and sighed. "I just thought you'd think that I got knocked up to try and trap you." I looked down feeling awkward, "Or something."
I heard him chuckle and I looked up bashfully. I laugh timidly, shaking my head in confusion, "What?"
My boyfriend chuckled and tightened his hold on my cheek. "You are so adorable and so stunning and so considerate." I smiled, lifting my hand and holding the wrist of his hand that was gently grasping my cheek. "Every word you say, every action, every look you have makes me fall in love with you all over again. Never in a million years would I make such a horrible accusation about you. I love you so much, Eden. I love you so much it hurts." My eyes blurred as a tear slipped down my cheek. Huxley wiped the tear away with his thumb, resting his forehead against mine. "Besides you had me trapped long before we started dating."
