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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 could see shock protrude onto their faces. My aunt's face had a more excited and happy shock while the others looked like they thought I hadn't even known what sex was.
Why did people think I was way too naive? I knew what sex is. I knew how babies are made. Like fucking hell. Couldn't I catch a break?
"I'm sorry, what?" My mum said pushing her chair back gently. She had a slight look of awe and astonishment on her face. I saw tears well up in her eyes as she stood up and made her way over to me, gently whisking me out of Huxley's warm embrace and into her own.
"Congratulations, honey."
I wrapped my arms around my mom as I felt tears well in my own eyes. "Thanks, mum." I was so grateful that she accepted this and that she knew I was happy.
My mum let go of me and faced my irrefutably handsome, smart, kind and amazing boyfriend. She walked up to him and looked at him. I fought a smile as the woman who gave me my life and height peered up at a man who was easily a head and a half taller than her. My mum narrowed her eyes as she looked up at Huxley as she pointed her finger at him.
"You better treat her right. If you don't, I'll make sure you'll never, ever be able to have kids ever again." My mum said threateningly. "Ever." She said again before backing away.
Huxley nodded down at her gently. "Yes, ma'am." He smiled softly, glancing at me, "I promise."
I smiled and made my way over to him, melting into his side. I wrapped my arms around his torso and he wrapped his left arm around my waist. I couldn't help the upper quirk of my lips when I felt Huxley's warm hand gently hold my waist. I ran my hand gently up and down his spine, grasping his left shoulder with my right hand as I kept my right arm wrapped around the front of his stomach. I sighed contentedly and snuggled my head into his chest. I heard his heartbeat drumming steadily in my ears. It was strong and reassuring. His confidence made me confident. His heartbeat felt like home.
"Jay, come up here." My mum said sweetly as she beckoned her husband, my dad.
I watched as my dad gulped and stood up slowly as if bracing himself to speak. "Claire I-"
Mum silenced him off with a swift raise of her index finger. "Now, Jason."
Dad nodded and made his way over to us and stood beside mum. Awkwardness fell over us as me and my dad avoided eye contact with each other, only looking when the other wasn't.
Mum gently slapped the back of his head, proceeding to scold him. "Don't you dare do to her what my mother did to us. Don't you fucking dare, Jason."
For a moment, my dad and I caught a glance at each other. I felt my resolve crumbling and tears cave my eyes. I could barely make out the outline of my dad through my blurred vision but the uncertainty faded away when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into my haven from when I was little.
