Page 113 of Oblivion
“But I just want to know.” He pouted. “I want to be sure that my big—”
I pressed my palm over his mouth, his eyes crinkling at the corners, laughing at me.
“Thank you, Doctor.” I laughed nervously, dragging Storm out of the office, all the way keeping my hand over his mouth. His tongue dashed out, licking my palm, sending shivers all over my body.
His pupils dilated as soon as we stepped outside, his arms wrapping around my middle, ignoring the rest of the world. The door closed with the thud as soon as we exited, but neither one of us moved, and as I removed my hand from his mouth, the brightest smile took over his face.
“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re pregnant.”
“Mhm,” I murmured, still in disbelief.
“We’re going to have twins.” He chuckled, the sound breaking with the sob tearing through him. “Oh God, Phee,” he whimpered, holding me plastered to him. “I fucked up. I fucked up so badly with you.”
“It’s okay,” I mumbled, caressing the back of his neck, his short hair tickling my palm. “I told you already, I have it all figured out.”
“I know you do, and I’m sorry you had to be figuring it out by yourself. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, hey.” I placed my palms on his cheeks, holding his head up to look at me. “These kids are all that matters now, Storm. Whatever happened between us is irrelevant, but them… They’re important now.”
“I know,” he answered. “And I promise you, I will make this right. I will make all of this right.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to jump right into it, to let him take me away, but just because he came here, just because he held my hand, didn’t mean that all the other things suddenly disappeared. He still refused to talk to me.
He still refused to tell me what was going on with Nova, and I didn’t want to wait.
“I wasn’t lying earlier when I said that I’m tired of begging people for love and for understanding, Storm,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him. “These kids, they are yours as much as they are mine, but if we want them to have a different life than what the two of us had, we would find a way to coexist. Whatever is going on with you, I don’t want to know. But I don’t want to play this game anymore.”
I stepped backward, letting him go.
His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a thousand questions lingering in them. Years of pain and sorrow, love and understanding, it was all there. But I needed more than this. I needed actions, real words, proper communication, and it was obvious that he wasn’t ready to give that to me.
“We will always be connected, you know. We will always have this.” I pulled his hand and pressed it to my stomach. “But until you decide to let everything else go,” I released him, “you can’t have me. Not like this.”
“I don't know how to have you any other way. Not right now at least.”
“I get it. And I hate it.” I looked down. “Which is why I’m going to start looking for my own place and—”
“No,” he thundered, his expression changing from soft to angry within seconds. “You’re not leaving the Club.”
“Storm—”
“No, Ophelia,” he argued, shaking his head and taking a step closer to me. “You said it yourself today. There are people who are after you, and we still need to discuss all those things you just threw at us. I spoke with Atlas and he filled me in on some things, but I think we need to involve Cillian and Tristan, and we need to work together.”
“Yeah, but,” I stammered. “You hate them.”
“I don’t.” He shook his head. “Not really. The only one I don’t want to see anywhere near you is Kieran, but the other two,” he shrugged, “I guess they’re fine.”
“Storm.” I chuckled. “You do know that Cillian and I—”
“I don’t want to know,” he growled, his head turning to the side. “Don’t tell me that if you value his life.”
“All I was going to say is that there was nothing going on between the two of us,” I grinned. “He’s like a brother to me.”
Well, a brother that you once fucked, but who’s counting, that inner bitch of mine cackled like a hyena.
Fuck off, I mumbled internally. He didn’t need to know that.
“Let’s go home,” Storm said, pulling me toward the exit where Zoe waited for us.
