Page 85 of Sparks of Insanity
Her forehead creased, and she reached for my hand, which I let her take without hesitation. Ethan had successfully broken through my boundaries, and I no longer shrank away from any touch from my family.
“You and Ethan, you mean? I was worried because he’s older, but it seems to work for you both.”
“No… the baby thing! You really think I’m ready to be having babies? I didn’t think I’d be even considering that, but even if I had, I wouldn’t have been planning it this early. I’m not even twenty, and I have my life ahead of me. Every time Ethan mentions me maybe being pregnant, you seem to look prouder and prouder.”
She raised her eyebrows, making an ‘oh’ with her mouth.
“Truthfully, I’d hoped you’d be older too, but when it’s right, it’s right, Em. In some ways, I wish I’d met your dads when I was your age, so I’d be younger for you kids, but I think you’re mature beyond your years, and that’s why it doesn’t seem like you’re too young for this. You’ve been through things most people never even consider, and you’re so strong, and capable. You’d be an amazing mother, because you’ve seen the worst people can do, and you rose above it. You’ll protect your children better than we protected you, because you know what other children are capable of. I wish we’d known that back then, because we’d have thrown ourselves between you and those awful asshole boys at your school. We’d have done the same for Blaze too. Failing you both will always be a burden on our souls, because we couldn’t protect you from all of that. You’ll never fail your own children that way. And you’ll be raising them with a teacher. If they can’t go to school, you could home-school them.You have more options than we did, and I think you’ll find your way with Ethan, whether motherhood comes now or later.”
There was plenty of commotion in the hallway as the last bits were carried in, so I decided not to drag out this conversation any further. In many ways, mum made perfect sense, and wherever she may not be thinking clearly, I knew we would be. Crazy or not, we could raise a baby now, or later, and I knew my family would help wherever we needed it.
A call to my dad Dory’s phone stopped them from staying too long.
“What the fuck? How? When did that happen? Is he okay?”
We all crowded around him to find out what was happening.
“We’re on our way.”
“Dad?”
He sighed, tucking his phone in his pocket.
“Ash has been in another fight, and he’s at A&E. We need to go pick him up, and I swear, this time he’ll fucking tell us what’s going on. Sorry, Em, we’re running out on you.”
I followed them to the door. “My god, no, don’t be silly. I hope Ash is okay.”
Ethan
WE WERE MOVED IN at last, and even better, Ember’s family finally left us alone to enjoy it. What can I say but thank fuck we’ve got our independence from those interfering assholes at last. Wilma’s fine, but she always was. It’s Dory and, even more so, Gray. Like if I turned around one more time to find him right behind me, watching my every move, I’d break his fucking face.
They didn’t scare me, and the sooner they realised that, the better. They did call to say that Ash was fine and home, and not talking as usual, but I figure that’s their problem and not mine.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Ember said, getting up from the sofa to leave the room. The sofa was literally the only big piece of furniture we had, and only because I’d had an old one in storage until I could hand it off to someone, but I hadn’t planned on losing everything, so it ended up being a lifesaver.
“I’ll come with you. I could do with getting freshened up,” I said, following her out of the living room and up the stairs, already lifting my sweaty t-shirt off.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you really should,” Ember said with a giggle, hopping out of my grasp as I reached for her. Sassy little minx.
I turned the water on as she undressed, and dropped my clothes beside hers. Our own home. Our own shower. All fucking ours.
I dragged her into the shower cubicle with me, pressing her against the wall as my lips found hers, and I invaded her mouth with my tongue. Time to christen our new home.
My fingers slipped between her legs as we kissed, and Ember practically whimpered into my mouth. She suddenly pushed against my chest, so I backed up just enough to let her speak, because that was all she was getting.
“Let’s get clean, Ethan. There’s something I want us to do.” Curiosity was the only thing that led to me agreeing to her little declaration, but we took the time to tease each other as we washed off. By the time I shut the water off, she was clenching her hands and biting her lip nervously.
“Babe?”
She carefully dropped down onto her knees, and my heart thudded in my chest. Was she about to… I’d been an asshole with her, but I’d never forced her into using her mouth, because that was something she’d been forced into, back in the worst time of her life.
For some reason, it had been a boundary I hadn’t been willing to bludgeon my way through, even though apparently forcing her into sex hadn’t been a boundary at all for me.
She lifted her head, reaching for my cock, and despite the surge of need to feel her sucking him, the way my cock had hardened further at the very idea of it, I caught her hand, stopping her in her tracks.
“Em, you don’t need to do this. It’s okay. I understand.” I could literally feel her hand trembling, but the look she shot at me was fierce, desperate.
“I do need to, Ethan. I need to be able to give you all of me, and I don’t want them to keep this part anymore. As long as I can’t do this, they’re still winning.”
