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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
Huxley pulled up at a restaurant. We got out of the car and Huxley pressed a button on his car keys. The car made a click as it locked.
I laced my fingers with Huxley's and rested my head against his shoulder as we walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.
We entered the restaurant with the signature ding when we opened the door, letting the people inside know we're here.
Huxley led me to the front desk where a bored-looking receptionist stood. She brightened up when she saw us, plastering an energetic smile on her face.
"Hi welcome to The Garden Ristorante, do you have a reservation?" The girl said with an upbeat attitude that's only used for customer service.
Huxley nodded, squeezing my hand. "Yes. It's under Huxley King."
That's where I was last night.
The receptionist ushered a waiter towards us after checking our reservations. The waiter led us to a table and we sat down.
"Hello, my name is Kingston and I will be your waiter tonight." He said, handing us menus. "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order."
Our waiter walked away and we opened our menus.
"Hey Eden, did you find a spicy prawn pasta salad?" Huxley asked me.
I shook my head as I met his eyes. "No, but that's okay. As long as the food's delicious, we are good. What are you gonna order?"
"Honestly, I am good with whatever you order. Your taste in food is amazing." Huxley winks at me.
I smiled. "I kinda want something with prawns," I mumbled as my eyes scanned over the menu. I gasped," Oooh, we should get broccoli prawn alfredo."
"Mmm," He smiled and took one of my hands and kissed my knuckles. "That sounds delicious."
"Do you want anything to drink baby?" I looked up at him with light questioning eyes.
"Yeah, I was gonna get a beer. Is that okay?"
I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "Of course you can. Huxley, you don't need to ask me."
"I know. I asked because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. After all, you're pregnant." Huxley's warm hand took mine and traced it with his thumb. "I don't want you to get nauseous from the smell or the taste when I kiss you afterwards."
A faint rosy tint kissed my cheeks as I licked my lower lip before biting it as I smiled and shook my head. "Huxley King, you are one of a kind."
