HIDDEN ALPHA

~Chapter 18~

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My breathing slowly calms down.

Not completely.

But enough so that I no longer feel like I'm suffocating from the inside.

Maria is still absently playing with a strand of my hair, and I sit with my head on her shoulder, staring into space.

For the first time in a long time… I don’t feel the need to say anything.

It’s quiet.

And that’s good.

“You should go back,” she finally says, quietly.

I don’t move right away.

I know she’s right.

But I don't want to ruin the moment.

"I know..." I murmur.

Silence

“He’s going to panic,” she adds, more like an observation than a rebuke.

I roll my eyes, but without any real energy.

“He’s already panicked.”

Maria chuckles softly.

“Yeah… but now he’s going to be nervous too.” I sigh.

Because… yes. That’s exactly what he’s going to be.

I lift my head from her shoulder and look at her.

“I don’t want to go back into that tension…”

Her gaze softens.

“Then don’t go back after them.”

She pauses.

“Go back for yourself.” I swallow hard. To me...It sounds simple. But it’s not.

I slowly get out of bed, feeling my body protesting at the idea of leaving this quiet room.

I absently smooth my clothes.

Maria gets up too, moving closer.

“You’re going to be okay,” she says softly.

I look at her.

For a second… I really believe it.

“Thanks…” I murmur.

She smiles slightly.

“That’s why I’m here.”

I nod and head for the door, but stop with my hand on the doorknob.

I take a deep breath.

Once.

Twice.

This time… it helps a little.

“Idris,” Maria says behind me.

I turn slowly. “Hm?”

She looks at me seriously.

“Don’t let anyone rush you.” I swallow hard.

I nod. “Not even you,” she adds.

A small smile escapes me.

“I’ll try.”

I open the door and step outside.

The stairs are as quiet as ever.

But I… I’m not the same.

I descend slowly.

When I get downstairs, the smell of cookies is even stronger now. Warm. Sweet.

For a second it makes me want to stay.

“Are you leaving already?” Mrs. Thud asks from the kitchen.

She appears in the doorway, with the same warm smile.

I nod. “Yes… I have to.”

She looks at me for a second.

As if she sees more than I’m saying.

Then she nods slightly.

“Take care of yourself, Idris.”

I smile weakly.

“I’m trying…”

I take her in my arms and walk out.

The air outside is cooler now.

The sun has already set, leaving behind a diffused, almost gray light.

The wind lightly touches my face.

I take a deep breath.

And I start walking.

The road seems shorter than before.

Or maybe… I just don’t run from him anymore.

My steps are slower.

More calculated.

But my mind… doesn’t shut up.

Cedric.

Dad.

The child.

I stuff my hands in my pockets.

“Perfect…” I mutter again, weakly.

I pull out my phone.

The screen lights up.

3 hours.

I freeze for a second.

“…shit.” He said an hour. Just one hour.

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated.

I can already imagine his reaction.

Not outright angry.

Worse.

Tense.

I sigh and put the phone back in.

"It'll be okay..." I mutter, more to convince myself.

I'm not sure it's working.

The house appears in front of me faster than I would have liked.

The lights are on.

I take a deep breath.

Once.

Twice.

I approach the door.

For a second... I hesitate.

Then I open it.

I take off my sneakers and take a look around the house. No one seems to be there, but the light in the house says otherwise.

I walk slowly, with slow steps into the kitchen.

There are dishes and small words, like whispers

I stop in the doorway of the kitchen.

I don't go all the way in. Just… listening.

Mom sits at the table, her hands clasped around a mug. She doesn’t drink.

She just holds it.

Samuel is leaning against the counter, staring into space.

“…I don’t know if he was serious,” Mom says quietly.

“Or if he was just…”

“Hurt,” Samuel adds.

His jaw is still clenched.

I swallow hard.

“He said he wasn’t keeping the baby…

” she continues, more quietly now. “Do you really think…?”

I can’t listen anymore.

I take a step inside.

“Where’s Cedric?” I ask directly.

They both turn to me.

For a second, silence.

Samuel sighs briefly.

“After you left… he changed.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“He wasn’t sitting still. He went up, down, out, back…

he was…”

“Agitated,” I finish slowly.

He nods. “Now?” I ask.

Samuel tilts his head toward the hallway.

“In your room.” Pause. “Sleeping”

I furrow my brows, surprised.

“Sleeping?”

“More like… he gave in,” he murmurs.

“He’s in your bed. With… your clothes all over.

”

My heart skips a beat.

For no apparent reason.

He just… reacts.

Mom doesn’t say anything.

He just looks at me.

I can’t stay.

I can’t.

I turn and leave the kitchen without another word.

The hallway is quiet.

Too quiet.

My steps are slower now.

Not because I’m afraid.

But because… I don’t know what to expect.

I arrive in front of my door.

My hand lingers on the doorknob for a few seconds.

Then I press it.

The door slowly opens.

And… chaos.

My clothes are everywhere.

On the bed.

On the floor.

On the chair.

Like someone tried to find me in them.

And in the middle of it all… him.

Cedric.

Lying on my bed.

On his side.

His breathing is heavy. Deep.

He’s asleep.

But not… quiet.

His forehead is slightly furrowed.

His jaw is set even in his sleep.

His hand… grips the fabric of my sweatshirt.

I freeze in the doorway.

For a second… I don’t move at all.

Then I step inside. Slowly. Noiselessly.

I close the door behind me.

The room feels different.

Warmer.

More… stuffy.

I move closer to the bed.

My gaze falls on him.

And something in my chest… tightens.

It’s not anger. It’s not even stress.

It’s… something else.

I reach out.

I hesitate.

But finally… I touch his arm lightly.

The reaction is instant.

Cedric moves suddenly.

His eyes open.

Dark. Alert.

He grabs my wrist before I can pull away.

“Where have you been?” his voice is low.

Hoarse. Dangerous.

My heart skips a beat.

"I..." I start, but I don't finish.

Because he's standing up.

Too fast.

He pulls me closer without asking.

"How long?

" he asks again. More clearly. More sharply.

I swallow hard.

"...three hours."

Silence.

His eyes darken completely.

"I told you an hour.

" His voice isn't raised. And that's worse.

I pull my hand away from his.

"I needed.

.."

"Did you need?" he interrupts.

He stands up straight. "And what do you think I was doing here?

"

My breathing quickens again.

"It's not about you.

"

Mistake.

I see him freeze for a split second.

Then he takes a step toward me.

"It's all about me," he says quietly. "When it comes to you."

I roll my eyes, but it’s not entirely convincing.

“You can’t control me.”

“I’m not trying to control you.” Pause. “I’m trying not to lose you.”

That… stops me.

For a second… I don’t say anything more.

Our breathing is heavy.

Almost in sync.

Cedric runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

He turns around a bit.

Then back to me.

“Get dressed.” he says abruptly.

I blink.

“What?”

“We’re going out.”

Confusion hits me instantly.

“Now?”

“Now.” he confirms. His gaze leaves no room for discussion.

“You’ve had three hours without me.” He moves closer.

Slower this time. “It’s my turn now.”

My heart beats faster.

Not out of fear.

Out of… anticipation.

I don’t know if I should say no.

I don't know if I want to.

But something about the way he looks at me… makes the choice for me.

I swallow hard.

"Where are we going?"

A corner of his mouth lifts slightly. But his eyes… remain serious.

"Not far"

---

After I changed into something neither too bad nor too good.

Some Olives-colored loose-fitting long pants with a cream sweater from Polo, which I got a year ago from Samuel to which I added a belt and some white sneakers.

I looked in the mirror for the hundredth time.

"... I look good" I mumbled to myself more.

I ran my hand through my hair, arranging the blond hair that I no longer like...but I no longer have the energy to "like" it

I left the house without saying anything.

The cold air hit me again, but this time it didn't seem as oppressive.

When I turned around and closed the door, a shiny black Urus appeared in front of the gate.

I looked at the car and smiled a little as I opened the gate and closed it.

Cedric looked at me, rolled down the window, and sat with one hand on the steering wheel and the other leaning on the other seat.

Cedric tilted his head slightly when he saw me approaching. His gaze measured me from head to toe. Slowly.

"...do I look good?" I asked, more to break the silence.

He didn't answer right away.

He smiled.

That kind of smile… dangerous.

He opens the door from the inside. “Get in.”

I wink, but the corner of my mouth turns up a little.

“You can just say ‘yes.’”

“No.” he says calmly. “Because that wouldn’t be enough.”

I pause for a second.

Then I get in.

The door closes with a thud. The inside of the car is warm.

His smell is everywhere.

I barely have time to put on my seatbelt…

Because he leans in towards me.

Fast.

His hand reaches the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and his lips find mine without hesitation.

The kiss isn’t calm.

It’s not slow.

It’s… messy. Rushed. Like he’s been waiting too long.

My breath catches for a second.

I push him lightly into his chest. "Cedric.

.."

"You're too beautiful." he murmurs against my lips.

I freeze. "I could fuck you right now," he continues, his voice low, in that tone that makes my stomach clench.

"In front of your house."

I feel my face heat up.

"You're talking nonsense." I say quickly, turning my head away.

He laughs softly.

He doesn’t argue.

He just starts the car.

The road is quiet for a few minutes.

Just the engine and our breathing.

I lean my head against the window, trying to calm myself down.

But I feel his eyes on me.

“What?” I ask without looking.

“Are you staring too much"

“No.” he answers simply. Pause. “Just making sure you’re here.”

I swallow hard.

His gaze falls to my lap.

“I’ve driven this kind of car before…” I say, just to change the subject.

There’s silence. Then I feel him. He smiles.

I hear it in his voice.

“Yeah?” he asks, turning his head slightly toward me.

I shrug. “It’s no big deal.”

“What color?”

“Orange.” I say.

“Matte.”

Pause.

Cedric looks at me again.

More closely.

More… different.

"Interesting."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't start."

"I'm not starting anything.

" he says calmly. "I'm just trying to imagine.

"

I feel my pulse rise for no reason.

"You don't have to imagine."

"Yes. " he murmurs.

Silence.

I turn my head to the window.

But I smile.

After a few minutes, the city slowly disappears behind me.

You can hear the water.

Waves.

The smell of salt.

"The beach?" I ask, surprised.

Cedric nods.

He parks next to a row of warmly lit restaurants.

The lights reflect on the water. People. Low music.

But it's not crowded.

It's… quiet.

He gets out of the car and walks straight to me, opening my door.

He holds out his hand.

He doesn't say anything.

Just… wait.

I look at her.

Then at him.

And without thinking too much…

I grab her.

His fingers immediately close around me.

Warm.

Sure.

“Come on.” he says softly.

And…I don’t feel pushed anymore. I don’t feel forced anymore. I just…go.

With him.

---

We go to a restaurant that is from the beach to the water.

It's full of warm lights, flowing fixtures, and dark wood.

I like it. Everything looks so beautiful, and it doesn't make me panic.

Cedric catches me looking at the restaurant and smiles a little.

"Do you like it?" He asks and pulls me closer to him by the waist.

"Maybe" I say and he just laughs softly and rolls his eyes.

We go in and a lady is at the entrance, smiling.

"Good evening" she says and we in turn respond in kind.

We go inside and go to a table that is in the corner, next to the water with no windows, reflecting the beam of light on the water.

We sit down.

The chairs make a soft sound on the wooden floor, and the water is so close that I can hear the waves slowly crashing against the piers.

For a few seconds… no one says anything.

The waitress puts down our menus and leaves.

It’s just us.

And that silence… charged.

I run my fingers along the edge of the table, avoiding looking at him directly.

Cedric doesn’t do the same.

He… looks at me.

I can feel it without looking.

“Are you going to ignore me all evening?” he asks calmly.

I look up.

“I’m not ignoring you.

”

“So?”

I sigh lightly. “I’m trying to…

process.”

Cedric tilts his head slightly.

“What exactly?”

I swallow.

“Everything.”

Silence.

The waves crash again.

The lights dance on the water.

Cedric rests his elbows on the table, leaning a little closer.

“And where do I fit into ‘everything’?”

The question hits me more directly than I expected.

I bite my lip lightly. “I don’t know yet.

”

He doesn’t seem surprised.

He just… nods.

“Right.” he murmurs.

The waitress comes back, takes our order, almost mechanically, I don't even process what I choose, then disappears again.

And again… just us.

Cedric reaches across the table.

He pauses for a second.

As if to give me time to stop him.

I don't.

His fingers lightly touch my wrist.

And.

. My breath hitches. It's not just a touch.

It's… more.

Like a wave.

Like a vibration that goes up my arm and stops right in my chest.

I pull my hand away instinctively.

Too fast.

Cedric freezes.

"Did you feel it?

" it's not a question.

I look at him.

Confused. A little scared.

"What was that?

"

His gaze darkens slightly.

Not aggressive.

But… focused.

"The connection. " he says softly.

I roll my eyes, but it’s not convincing.

“Don’t start with…”

“I don’t ‘start’ anything.” he interrupts me. “It’s already there.”

I clench my fingers in my lap.

“I don’t want to feel things I can’t control.”

Silence.

Cedric leans back a little.

But he doesn’t break eye contact.

“Okay,” he says more quietly.

That… stops me.

For a second, it seems… real.

Not Alpha.

Not sure about him.

Just… him.

The food comes, but neither of us are in a hurry to eat.

We mostly play with our forks.

The words come slowly.

But it’s not a bad silence.

It’s… intense.

After a few minutes, Cedric stands up.

I look at him, surprised.

“Come on.”

“Where?” I ask.

"Out."

I hesitate for a second.

Then I stand up.

We step out onto the terrace, where the wood ends and the sand begins.

The air is cooler here.

The wind lifts my hair slightly.

The waves are stronger.

Closer.

Cedric takes a few steps forward.

Then he stops.

He waits for me. I move closer.

Not very close.

But close enough.

Silence.

Then.

..

"Tell me the truth." His voice is low.

Serious. I swallow.

"About?"

"About the baby.

"

My heart beats faster.

I automatically put my hand to my stomach.

Reflex.

"I don't know." I say honestly.

He doesn't move.

"I don't want to keep him.

.." I continue slowly. "But I can't pretend he doesn't exist either.

"

Cedric closes his eyes for a second.

He takes a deep breath.

When he opens them again...they're different.

Darker.

More... intense.

“I’m not going to force you.” he says. I look at him, surprised. “But I’m not going to back down either.”

The wind blows harder.

I feel it again.

That… wave.

This time stronger.

I hold my breath.

“Cedric…” I whisper.

He takes a step towards me.

“I want this child, Idris. Our child. And I don’t want him to be the only one.”

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

Because it’s true.

You can see on his face how he’s saying what he’s feeling

It’s not normal.

It’s not just emotion.

It’s… connection.

He comes closer to me, and grabs my waist.

I don’t say anything.

I just look into his green eyes, which are shining a little.

"Just... imagine. Our house, you and me, and lots of puppies running around the house, while we sit and drink tea and watch them," he whispers and puts his head in the crook of my neck, his warm breath touching my skin.

A shiver runs down my spine involuntarily.

This time... I'm not backing down.

I stay there.

My breath hitches for a split second when I feel him so close.

He doesn’t do anything in a hurry.

It’s not like in a car.

He’s not impulsive.

He’s… slow.

“Cedric…” I say softly, but it doesn’t sound like a stop.

It sounds more like a question.

He doesn’t answer right away.

He just squeezes his hand lightly around my waist. Not hard.

Just… enough so that I can feel him there.

“You don’t have to decide now,” he murmurs into my skin.

“You don’t have to know everything.”

I close my eyes for a second.

The waves are louder. The wind is cold, but my body no longer reacts to it.

“You talk like… it’s simple,” I say quietly.

Cedric raises his head slightly.

He doesn’t look away completely.

His gaze immediately searches for me.

“It’s not simple,” he says. “It’s just…

clear to me.”

I swallow hard.

“And for me if it doesn’t?

”

Pause.

This time… he doesn’t answer right away.

I can see him thinking. How he chooses his words.

“Then… I’ll stay until it does,” he finally says.

That hits me differently.

Not like pressure.

Not like an obligation.

Like…

a promise.

I look down for a second, then back up at him.

“And if it doesn’t?”

One corner of his mouth lifts slightly.

He doesn’t smile fully.

“Then it’ll piss me off.

” A small laugh escapes me. The first…

real one tonight. Cedric looks at me differently when I laugh.

Softer. “But I’m still not leaving,” he adds, more quietly.

Silence.

The waves.

The wind.

Our breaths.

This time, when I get a little closer… it’s my choice.

I rest my forehead lightly against his.

“You’re complicated,” I murmur.

“You’re impossible,” he replies immediately.

I smile.

“And yet… you’re here.”

“You too.” he says.

Pause.

His fingers gently climb my arm, not to pull me…

but to feel me.

No rush.

“Stop running,” he says softly.

I look at him.

Directly.

And for the first time…

I don’t feel the need to.

“I’m not running,” I reply.

I move closer to his ear, forcing him to bend down to my height “I’m not lying.

Not when I’ve had time to hold your baby”

Cedric freezes for a split second.

Not because I pushed him. Not because I stopped him.

But because… I didn’t back down.

His breathing changes immediately. Deeper.

More controlled… but only on the surface.

You can feel it.

The way his hand on my arm tightens slightly.

The way he tilts his head, just a little, as if he’s trying to process exactly what I said

“…repeat.” His voice is low.

Not threatening. But it’s… intense.

I don’t move away. Not even a step.

I lift my chin slightly, looking straight at him.

“I’m not lying,” I say again, more clearly now.

His eyes search me. He’s not joking.

He’s not playing. He’s reading me.

And…

he doesn’t seem to know exactly what to do with me.

A corner of his mouth twitches. It’s not his usual smile.

It’s not that “dangerous” one.

It’s…

more real.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?

” he murmurs softly.

I swallow hard.

“No.” And he’s sincere.

That hits him.

He laughs briefly. No real humor, but no warmth either. “Perfect…”

His hand moves from my arm to the back of my neck. It stops there. It doesn’t pull me. It just… stays.

“Because I don’t know anymore,” he adds more quietly.

The wind blows harder. The waves crash against the shore.

But between us… it’s quiet.

Hard to breathe.

Hard to ignore.

This time, it’s Cedric who moves a little closer.

Not suddenly. Not like before.

Slowly.

His forehead touches mine again. Our breaths mingle.

“But I know one thing,” he says almost in a whisper.

I look up slightly. His eyes are fixed on mine.

Without hesitation. “I’m not going to let you go through this alone.

”

My heart beats faster. Not because he scares me.

But because… I believe him.

For a long second, no one moves.

Then… our lips touch, he’s not in a hurry.

He’s not desperate.

It’s… different.

Slower. More aware.

Like neither of you are trying to take anything.

Just… to understand.

Your hand instinctively reaches his chest. You feel his heartbeat.

Fast.

Just like mine.

Cedric stops first.

He rests his forehead against mine again, breathing heavily.

“It’s going to be hard,” he says.

I nod slightly. “I know.” Pause.

“I’m going to get angry.” he adds.

A small smile escapes me. “I know.”

“You’re going to get angry too.”

“Of course.”

Silence.

Then… something changes.

Not the tension.

Not the attraction.

But… the direction.

Cedric gently takes my hand. This time, without rushing.

Without force.

“Let’s go back,” he says quietly.

“Before I make any more bad decisions on the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Was that a good one or a bad one?”

He looks at you.

For a… long second.

“Dangerously good.”

He squeezes my hand lightly.

And without saying anything else…he starts walking, hand in hand with me.

Cedric doesn't say anything as he leaves the restaurant.

He just leaves a few bills on the table, without checking the bill, without negotiating anything.

The gesture is quick, sure… as if he doesn't want to stay in that place for another second.

When he sees me looking at him, he smiles.

Not broadly.

Not forced.

Just enough to take my breath away a little.

He takes my hand again.

This time, I don't hesitate anymore.

I follow his movement without thinking too much, and his fingers intertwine with mine as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

We step out into the cool evening air.

The wind touches my face, but his hand is warm.

Too warm.

We walk in silence to the car.

His steps are sure.

Mine are… a little more uncertain.

I feel his gaze on me from time to time, even if he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t have to say anything.

He does.

The tension between us doesn’t go away.

It just… changes.

When we get to the car, Cedric opens the door for me.

He doesn’t rush me.

He waits.

I look at him for a second, then I get in.

He closes the door, but he doesn’t immediately move away.

When he gets in the other side, the atmosphere in the car becomes…

smaller.

More intense.

Harder to ignore.

Cedric starts the engine, but he doesn’t immediately drive off.

He rests one hand on the steering wheel.

The other… he no longer keeps it busy.

And that catches my attention.

I see him run his tongue over his lower lip, slowly, as if choosing his words…

or something.

“Idris…” he says slowly.

I don’t turn my head right away.

“Hm?”

Pause.

I realize it’s not a simple question.

“Car. House or hotel?” he asks. I look at him then.

His eyes are fixed on me. Too intense.

“I don’t know…

house?” I answer, confused. A strange question.

“Okay” he says immediately.

He looks back at the road, but smiles again.

“I like it.”

I roll my eyes, but without conviction.

“You’re impossible.”

“I know.”

We drive off.

The car glides down the street, the city lights passing by us.

But inside…it’s a different world.

Cedric drives calmly.

But his hand comes back to my thigh, squeezing, teasing me, making me barely able to keep my mouth shut.

But enough so that I feel like he’s doing it on purpose.

I shift my gaze to him.

“What?” he asks without looking at me.

“Nothing.”

He smiles slightly.

“I don’t think so. ”

Pause.

I cross my arms.

“You’re acting weird.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

He looks back at me for a second. Slowly.

“I’m controlling my impulses, baby.”

I’m speechless. For a second.

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It is,” he says.

And then…he looks back at the road.

But the tension remains.

Hard to ignore.

Hard to escape.

Cedric stops the car in front of the house without saying anything.

The engine dies.

But the tension…

no.

It stays there, between us, like a thread stretched too tight.

For a second, neither of us moves.

Then Cedric takes off his seatbelt.

The movement is slow.

Controlled.

I see him take a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before he says anything.

“Come in,” he says simply.

It’s not a question.

But it’s not a harsh order either.

It’s Cedric.

And that’s enough.

I get out of the car and immediately feel the cool air on my skin.

Cedric comes to me without touching me.

Just… his proximity is enough.

He opens the door of the house and we enter.

The warm light from inside greets us immediately.

But instead of bringing peace…it makes everything even more intense.

Cedric closes the door behind us.

And this time…

he doesn’t keep his distance anymore.

“Idris.” His voice is low.

I turn my head to look at him.

And the moment I look at him…I understand that it’s not just about control anymore.

It’s about how much longer he can hold on.

“What?” I ask quietly.

Cedric takes a step toward me.

Then another.

Until the space between us almost disappears completely.

“Tell me to stop,” he says.

Directly.

No games.

I swallow hard.

My heart races.

But I don’t back down.

Not this time.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

His eyes darken a little.

His breathing changes.

For a second…

it seems like he’s losing control.

But he regains it.

He lifts his hand slightly and touches my cheek.

Not roughly.

Not hurriedly.

Just enough to feel me.

“Then I’ll continue,” he murmurs.

Close to my lips.

Too close.

A shaky breath escapes me.

Cedric smiles slightly.

“But if I stop… don’t complain.

”

I roll my eyes slightly, but I don’t pull away.

“I promise nothing.”

That makes him smile more clearly.

Then he brings his forehead closer to mine.

Our breaths mingle again.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks softly.

This time it’s not about where we’re going.

It’s about choice.

About what comes after.

I look at him, feeling the tension between us rise again.

“Yes,” I say.

Simple.

Cedric takes a deep breath.

A barely visible smile appears on his lips.

"as you wish"

He takes my hand again.

But this time...it's not just a hold.

It's a promise.

---

I enter my room first and he follows me, locking the door with the key.

I go to the bathroom and only manage to take off the sweater I'm wearing, because Cedric lifts me up.

"Cedric..." I say, mumbling. He just sits me down on the bed and takes off his shirt.

I get up again and he glares at me and slams me down on the bed.

"I just want to get ready!" I say a little too loudly, and I roll my eyes.

"No need. I'll do it" he says and climbs into bed after completely undressing.

He puts his hands on me, walking them down to my pants.

Saliva comes back to me but I swallow it.

He unbuckles the belt and takes off my pants, along with my underwear and stops looking at me.

I feel my face turn red.

The silence between us becomes heavy.

Too heavy.

"Idris..." he says softly.

His voice is no longer as controlled as before.

He looks at me differently now.

More intense.

More... possessive.

He raises his hand and touches my cheek, then lowers it gently, as if to make sure I'm real.

"Are you sure?" he asks, more seriously than before.

For the first time... he doesn't seem sure anymore.

But that doesn't make him any less dangerous.

Just more honest.

I look him in the eye.

My heart is pounding, but I don’t back down.

“Yes,” I say softly.

One word.

Cedric closes his eyes for a second.

He takes a deep breath.

When he opens them again… his gaze is different.

Decided.

“Then… I won’t stop.”

There’s no more joking in his voice.

There’s no more playing.

Just him.

And me.

He approaches me again, this time without hesitation.

His hand grips my wrist, lightly, but enough so that I can’t escape.

Not because he wants to hurt me.

But because he doesn’t want to let me go.

“Mmh,” he murmurs, almost imperceptibly.

And for a second… everything disappears.

Cedric remains very close to me.

His breath touches my skin, warm, restless.

For a second… he does nothing.

He just looks at me.

Like he's weighing me down.

Like he's still fighting with himself.

Then, without warning…he brings his lips closer to mine.

The kiss isn’t rushed.

It’s not chaotic.

It’s slow.

Controlled at first… but it quickly breaks that control.

His hand tightens slightly on mine, as if he doesn’t want to lose me.

As if I might disappear if he doesn’t hold me tight enough.

I feel him change the moment I respond.

How his control begins to waver.

And that… makes him more intense.

Closer.

More real.

Our breaths mingle when he pauses for just a second, his forehead pressing against mine.

His eyes stay on me.

Without blinking.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs.

His voice is low. Grave. But not distant.

It’s… almost vulnerable.

I look at him and nod my head slightly.

"if you ask me anything about this again I swear I'll never do anything again and that's it for your dream of having many children" I say quickly and roll my eyes

For a second. ..he doesn't say anything.

Then his lips return to mine.

This time, the kiss is deeper.

More secure.

As if this waiting...was too much for both of us.

He takes his tongue out of my mouth, then runs it over my upper lip and seems like he wants to ask something.

I go crazy in my mind and lean over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out the small box.

I throw it at him and get back on the bed, looking at him annoyed.

"Are you done, Mr. Big Dick?" I ask and he just opens the box and there it is, throwing the box on the bed.

"On your stomach, ass up, darling" He whispers, and the corner of his mouth turns up when I overtake him on the other side.

"Ass up" he repeats and I swallow hard, lifting my ass up.

I hear him unwrap the condom wrapper, and that makes me slam my head back into the pillow, more excited than I should be and with my member hard.

"Already?" Cedric whispers and laughs softly.

Jesus...how did that sound become so.

..melancholic.

"Please fuck me, honey.

." I murmur softly and already liquid pre-cum flows down my thigh.

Cedric seems to be doing nothing anymore, so I turn my head to look at him, but he quickly picks me up and sits me on his lap quickly.

Before I can comment I'm screaming.

"Ugh.

.." I moan when the sensation of his dick inside me no longer seems as bad as it did a second ago.

"Mmh.." I mutter.

He moves his hand to my thought, lifting my head up and leaning against it.

"What do you want, My little puppy?" He whispers in my ear followed by a moan from him.

I roll my eyes, again and again, he lifts me up a little and puts me down again, I grit my teeth when his hard member reaches even higher.

"Hm?" He asks and leaves me on my stomach, still inside me.

"Do you want daddy to reward you with his cock inside you?

Answer me, baby. I want to hear your voice" he tempts me and I answer with a little roar.

"Fuck me..." I whisper softly and roll my eyes as he slowly slides in and out, a torture for me.

"What? I didn't hear. Speak louder, please" he says and I grit my teeth as my cum drips more and more onto my leg.

"Fuck me daddy. Hard and painful.

..Please Cedric!" I say too loudly and my mouth drools from sitting with my mouth open too long, begging for fresh air.

Cedric chuckles a little, and then slams into me, thrusting faster than before.

"AHh.." I moan, and he lifts me up, laying me on my back and lifts one of my legs, which he rests on his shoulder.

The bed starts to shake, and I see green horses on the walls literally and figuratively, tears are streaming down my cheeks without me knowing about them and my arousal is at its peak now.

"Idirs..." Cedric whispers and starts moving harder and harder "mmh.

." he murmurs and then we both let go of cum.

He comes out of me slowly, and puts my leg down.

My cum soiling the whole bed, including me and Cedric.

I turn on my side and mumble small curses.

I've really become bipolar since I'm pregnant.

I know that.

He sits next to me, or rather.

Sticking to me. Completely.

"I don't want anymore.

.." I whisper and he puts his hand through the space between my hand and my waist, hugging me.

"Is it okay?" He asks and kisses my back and neck, running his other hand through my blond hair.

"My stomach hurts...it's too much. I don't want anymore" I murmur and turn to face him.

Cedric lifts his hand from my waist for a second but then puts it back.

He leans down and kisses me on the lips.

Slowly and calmly.

Then, he just looks at me and caresses me along my waist and up to my hip.

"Done. Got it. I don't want to bother both of my little ones" he says and I roll my eyes but still smile a little.

I look at him, at his face, and I say.

Without thinking.

"I'm glad the goddess gave me such a handsome man.

He's like he's sculpted," I say and move closer to him, resting my head on his chest.

Cedric smiles, and pulls the sheet next to him, wrapping us both up.

"I love you" he says softly and leans against my head.

I don't say anything. I sit and think if that's really what my heart feels.

That I love him.

That I want to live next to him.

That...I want children next to him.

Next to him. I want everything from him.

"I...love you too" I whisper finally and feel a burden lifted from my soul.

Cedric doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

He just holds me closer.

His breathing is still heavy, but it's gradually calming down, just like mine

He rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed, as if trying to stay in the moment.

And we sit.

Both of us. Together. Now