XXXIX
I push him away in shock. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I'm beyond angry at this point and I wish I pushed him harder and he'd hit the ground. The baby inside me kicks, like he's excited.
"What does it look like? I'm trying to show you that he isn't the only one who can make you feel good." he responds calmly and I wonder for a second if he has an actual death wish or he's just plain dumb.
I don't remember him being like this.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Theo." I point to the door and he shakes his head. He literally shakes his head.
I admit, his persistence is impressing but that still doesn't change anything.
"No, I care about you too much to let you end up with a fuck up like him."
I purse my lips, slightly running out of ideas what to say to make him leave. So far nothing has worked.
"When Axel gets back, he's going to kick your ass if you stay here."
"I don't care."
"I'm going to tell him you kissed me."
"Good, or I will."
He's literally mental.
"Theo, please. There's nothing you can do to break us apart, just go." I try the soft way again and he rolls his eyes.
"Fine, you want me to leave?" he raises his brow. "And you would do anything?"
I shrug. "Well, not exactly ever-"
"Kiss me and I leave. But it has to be like you mean it, not just a peck."
"No! Theo, I will not cheat on Axel!" What do I have to say to get it inside of his head? I throw my arms in the air then put them on my hips. Suddenly I wish I was fat and ugly, then I wouldn't have problems like these.
"Then I'm staying and when Axel kills me, he's going to go back to jail and won't be there for you and the baby. You know he can't control himself when it comes to me and you."
"There is no me and you." I say immediately, then think about what he's saying for a second. As much as I hate it, he's making a valid point. Axel's on probation, too, even if he only beat him up, it could potentially cause great problems.
Awkward silence fills the space as neither of us say anything for almost a minute, and then I realize I might just get this over with, praying to god I make him leave before Axel comes home.
"Fine, but only for three seconds." I say and he grins. I can't believe I'm going to do this.
Please, Axel, stay where you are for just a few more minutes.
"Five." he argues and his mouth is on mine before I can protest. I keep my arms closely to myself and shut my eyes tightly, waiting for it to be over.
"Kiss me like you mean it, Soph." Theo presses when I don't part my lips, and I mentally groan, parting them slightly. His tongue touches mine and I hate the feeling of it - it's just not right. It feels so wrong and I hate myself for doing this.
You're doing this for Axel, Soph, you're doing this for him even if it may not look like it.
I count the seconds in my head and when I come to three, I immediately remove myself. Thank god that's over.
"Did you feel the butterflies?" he immediately asks and I shake my head like crazy. "No, definitely not."
If they were butterflies, they were old, some of them already rotting, and making me want to vomit.
Theo throws his arms in the air in disbelief. "I can't believe this? What's going to take of me to get him off your fucking mind?"
"Nothing! Nothing will ever do that, what else do I have to do to convince you of that!" I open my mouth to say even more, when the doors open, revealing Axel.
There is bone-chilling silence between the three of us, tension such that you could cut it with a knife. I know this is not going to go well, there's not a single chance that this situation won't further harm our relationship, and things have been going so, so well since he got out of jail.
I can't have this happening now, not so far in pregnancy.
Axel looks guilty, too, and very hungover. His posture is far from his usual straight one, and his hair is even more of a mess than normally. He looks tired, and I bet he is, but his eyes are blazing hot. Blazing with anger.
"There he is. Man of the hour." Theo finally breaks the silence, rolling his eyes.
"What the actual fuck are you doing in my house." Axel asks lowly, voice laced with such anger that I'd run upstairs and hide under our bed if I was Theo.
He however, just shrugs. "I'm not letting you marry her."
Axel's eyes dart toward me for a second, filled with panic, and only now I hear car screeching in our driveway.
I move to see who's driving, but Theo is quicker. "A woman?! A woman brought you home?!" I strain my neck to see if I by any chance recognize the whore, but I'm too late. I send a quick prayer to god, asking him that I know her and she's either his family or a friend who is just a friend.
Axel and I make an eyecontact, and by this point I'm not sure who of us is angrier.
Baby turns in my tummy, excited once again and pat my tummy, to calm him down. I don't know how I feel about him being so similar to his father.