“Not for sleeping with you Khalifa, not for sleeping with you. It was the best thing that ever happened to me and it was so good but I felt like a whore for losing my maidenhead before marriage.”
His eyes cleared, like 80% but he kept the pose.
“Why did you run away with our baby?”
I broke down into tears.
“Khalifa, I was 21. For the love of God I was 21 and pregnant for a 28 year old man. I’m from a very religious family and I was just in my second year. What did you expect me to do. We had sex only once, and I went ahead and got pregnant like some damned goddess of fertility. It would ruin our lives. I didn’t want to be that girl who ruined your perfect life. We had something great going on and I screwed it. I couldn’t do that to you, Khalifa, I love you. I love you so so much, it hurts. I love…….” He didn’t let me finish what I was going to say when he slammed into me and kissed me like he was going to rip my lips off. We kissed…, no! He kissed me till we were both out of breath.
“My life was far from perfect before I met you. But did you even bother to ask if I put that baby in you on purpose? I know it was selfish, but that was the only way I could keep you by my side forever. I’m sorry I put you through this, but don’t you dare ever run from me again. Don’t you dare!”
I should have been angered by the confession that he made me pregnant on purpose, but it only thrilled me that he could do something that daring just to make sure we were always together.
“I was 21 and you got me pregnant. How selfish Khalifa!”
“I know. I totally deserved that slap you gave me. I didn’t know it worked though, I would have hunted you to the end of the world.”
“You know I could never think straight when I’m with you?”
He nodded and spinned my around. I yelled and Khalifa tried to cover my mouth, but I was really loud and God help us, Armani woke up and started to cry. We looked at each other, sick with worry but burst into laughter.
“You know what?” He said.
“What?” I asked grinning.
“Let’s fucking get married!”