Chapter Sixty
We've just settled into our room at Carson's house.
We only packed two small bags since we're just staying the weekend.
When we head into the living room, Timothy is holding two pizza boxes, which he sets on the coffee table.
Carson struggles to lean up from her sunken position on the couch.
We sit on the other couch and reach for the pizza.
“I wouldn't. If Carson doesn't get the first serving, she'll bite your hands off,” Timothy warns, but chuckles. “Here, baby, I'll help you.”
“Back off. I can do it myself,” she growls when he tries to lift her arms. He puts his arms up in surrender and sits on the couch, leaving a gap between them.
'I hope we're not like that,' Axe mind links me, making me chuckle.
Carson glares at me obviously thinking I was laughing at her. Timothy and Axe make conversation while Carson sulkily nibbles on her pizza. For the past week I've been struggling to find something I want to eat but this pizza is amazing.
“It's good having you guys here. Being trapped here without seeing people can be...” Timothy starts but gets cut off.
“What the fuck do you mean being trapped? You don't want to be here with me?” Carson snaps.
“No, baby I just meant it's nice seeing fresh faces since we've been cooped up.” Timothy tries to change his wording but Carson doesn't stop glaring at him.
“I'm the one who can't lift my fat ass off the couch and you're the one complaining.” Carson looks at Timothy like she's trying to blow up his head with her mind.
“I'm not looking forward to that,” I whisper to Axe.
“Then don't let any asshole of the shitty male gender get you pregnant anytime soon,” she spits her words at Timothy but directs them at me.
“Actually, that's why we're here,” I murmur.
“What?” Her gaze snaps to mine.
“Elora and I are having a baby.” Axe smiles, taking my hand in his.
“Congratulations, this is so exciting.” We're all surprised at Carson's mood swing and even more surprised when she gets off the couch and pulls me into a hug.
“That's what it takes to get you off the couch,” Timothy mutters.
“Excuse me?” Carson turns on her heel, placing her hand on her hip.
I look to Axe and he stares back at me with amusement. We both take another slice of pizza while Carson and Timothy bicker back and forth.
“Let's hope you don't hate the male gender by the end of your pregnancy,” Axe jokes.
“I don't think she hates men, just Timothy,” I whisper, and Axe laughs loudly. Timothy and Carson both turn to us with frowns, so we try to prevent our smiles.
“We need to celebrate.” Carson claps her hands together.
“You're not in a celebratory mood,” Timothy says.
“You are in the presence of two pregnant women. Unless you want to die, get up and make us some fresh orange juice,” Carson says in a low threatening voice and points to the kitchen. Carson sits back down while Timothy makes his way to the kitchen.
“This baby can't get here any quicker,” Timothy grumbles under his breath. He grabs some shiny oranges from the fruit bowl and actually starts making us fresh orange juice.
***
“That was unforeseen. She's always so in love in Timothy's presence,” I say quietly.
Axe and I headed off to bed when it was clear them arguing about useless things wasn't going to stop. We've just gotten into our pyjamas and are lying on our sides, facing each other, his protective arm draped over my waist.
“Yeah, poor guy.” Axe chuckles.
“You don't think I'll lose my temper with you and have you wishing to be away from me?” I ask softly.
“Try.” Axe's eyes are full of a glowing intensity like he's challenging me to go there.
“I might not be able to help it with the hormones,” I tell him.
“I know, Elora.” He pecks my lips. “I will never wish to be away from you even if you're screaming at me.”
I chuckle. “I can't imagine me getting angry at you.”
“That will be a day I long yet fear to see,” Axe comments.
“Why do you want to see that?” I frown.
“I want to see the fire in you. I got a glimpse of it on your graduation night and it's a compelling sight. I love that even after the shit you've been through, you're still a good person and so soft spoken, but I want to bring the fury I know is inside you out at times.”
“Axel, that fury stopped when I met you. I always wished I could just demolish all those who've wronged me, but you showed me differently. You showed me justice instead of revenge. You taught me magnanimity.” I smile.
“I've never even heard of that word but I'm taking it as a good thing.” He smiles, pulling me closer to him. “Did your pain really stop when you met me?” he asks, now serious.
“The emotional pain did when I decided to give you a chance,” I admit.
“I love you.”
Axe presses his lips to mine deeply before I can say it back.
To hear those words come from his mouth still warms my heart every time.
He rolls slightly on top of me making sure he doesn't press against my still flat stomach.
His tongue slides between my lips. I slide my hand down his body and grab his length through his pants, which makes him groan.
“Should we really do this?” I moan the words. “If they hear us. They've been fighting, so I think them hearing us have sex would annoy them even more.”
“Hm give me a few more seconds.” Axe moans into my mouth.
I stroke him a few more times. I want his hand between my legs but he pulls away with a sigh. He leans over the bed and reaches into his jeans, pulling his phone out.
“What are you doing?”
“I can't focus until I know what that word means,” Axe mumbles, making me laugh so hard I can feel it in my stomach.