Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

The next time Ivy opened her eyes, she flung right out of bed with a blanket wrapped around her tightly. She felt sought of refreshed, energized.

A sought of energy she couldn’t describe.

Her footings weren’t exactly steady though, she had to leaned against the wall for a while before she could steady herself on her feet.

Her bag.

She needed her bag right now.

She found it soon, laying carelessly on the sofa. She grabbed the bag and went through it, searching for her pills.

She just hoped she wasn’t doing this a little too late.

They were emergency contraceptives though, so she definitely wasn’t.

She took the pills in one gulp, putting the glass firmly on the grey and resting a hand on it in relief.

Then a thought crossed her mind, followed by many troubling thoughts.

What if her pills couldn’t fight against Chris sperm in her system because he was different and his sperm was like super strong. What if– oh no.

Her hand tightened around the glass cup on the kitchen slab.

What if the pills wouldn’t work?! What if—

“What are you doing?”

She startled visibly, the cup shaking in her hand before she let it go and turned to him.

“Chris, oh my goodness! You scared me.”

“My bad,” he said, walking closer to her in his blue boxer shorts. “You are not the one who had to watch your girlfriend going around and searching for something like a crazy woman.”

He pulled her into an embrace. Being closer to him now, she could see how fuller and glowy his face looked.

Ah, he must have been really starving.

“Last night was wonderful,” he said.

“Hmm,” she hummed.

“You fell asleep before I could even ask. How was it? Are you feeling okay? I didn’t hurt you right?”

“No, I feel wonderful and it was perfect.”

Hiw eyes twinkled with delight and he planted a kiss on her forehead.

“So, what were you doing before I stepped in?”

She looked back at the glass cup on the slab and shrugged dismissively.

“Taking my pills.”

He hummed shortly in response.

“I’m not in the mood to get pregnant and I don’t think you,” she stabbed her fingers on his chest repeatedly, “are in the mood to be a Father.”

Chris’s hands slackened around her and he pulled away, his eyes no longer filled with the twinkling light of delight.

“You don’t need them.”

“What?”

Was he saying her pills were useless? Wow, could it be because he could mind control his sperm towards pleasure or reproduction it he wanted to? Or was he saying the pills were useless because his sperm was too strong as suspected.

Oh no.

This couldn’t be true.

Why wasn’t he talking already?!

“Why?” She asked hurriedly.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His next words sent her thoughts to a full stop.

“I can’t have children.”

Her brain took that in slowly, it felt like the time paused.

“I don’t understand.” She said, watching him move away from her, to the other side of the kitchen.

He pulled the fridge door opened and poured himself a cold glass of water.

“Please, let’s do this some other time.”

“Ohhhh, it’s some medical thing. I didn’t know.” she mumbled to herself underneath her breath, it was almost inaudible to even her, but Chris had heard.

“It’s not what you are thinking,” he said and she jumped slightly, startled that he had heard her before she relaxed almost immediately.

“Why can’t you have kids?”

There was no use for mumbling anyways, he would still hear her even if she did. So why not just ask him straight to his face?

“Because you don’t want to?”

She moved closer to him, placing a hand on his arm, her voice filled with absolute understanding.

“Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me?” She shrugged. “I like kids though, not much, just one or two. Maybe we can walk through it. Therapy and–” her voice trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

Noticing that she had pushed this too far despite him asking that it should be discussed some other time, she backed off.

“I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this some other time. See you in the morning.”

She moved behind him, placing a kiss on the cheek then headed for the door.

“I love kids.” His voice stopped her, it sounded laborious, troubled.

“Really, Chris. I can wait.”

“I have always wanted to have my own children.” He turned to her, his eyes were hard and cold and she let her hand slip away from tbe doorknob.

She nodded, signaling that she was listening.

He sighed, frustrated.

“Vampires can’t have kids.”

She nodded involuntarily, her mouth forming a silent ‘oh’.

“Not even with their Potentials. Except with their soulmates.”

She felt a dull pang in her chest at that.

“So you’ve had Potentials in the past which you tried to have kids with?”

“I’ve met Potentials in the past, a couple of them. Potentials are very rare but I never imprinted on them and I never established a relationship with them too. I just left, they didn’t even know I existed.”

“Why?”

“Because they weren’t what I was looking for.”

That dull pang again.

“You were looking for a soulmate, so you could have kids with her.”

He nodded.

“But I am not your Soulmate, just a Potential,” she said slowly.

Why was everything suddenly looking so blurry.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

She looked up at him, wiping away the tears that streamed down her face.

When did she become such an emotional wreak?

Nonsense.

“Yes, but don’t say it like that. You make it sound like you are not important and I don’t like it.”

He was no longer by the fridge, but a couple of steps closer to her. Seeing that she was crying, he reached out a hand for her but moved away, standing up straight so that he couldn’t reach her.

“Why did you decide to do things differently with me? Why did you decide not to treat me the way you treated the other Potentials. Why didn’t you act like I was invisible?”

His hand grew in the air and he dropped it by his side.

“You are different.”

That was an overused line and he had better start explaining fully now.

“How?”

“I don’t know.” His voice deepened with even more frustration. “I can’t explain it.”

Or he could just have been tired of waiting for so long, and decided to give up on everything.

That type of frustration was something she could understand, although not from experience.

She stepped closer to him, tucked a strand of his disheveled hair behind his ear, and held his face in-between her palms.

“Tell me honestly, are you disappointed.”

He arched an eyebrow at her in question.

Ivy gulped, her question was hurting her but she had to know.

“Are you disappointed that you ended up with me?”

His face creased into a frown and he shook his head, pulling her into an embrace, making her face rest against his naked chest.

His hold around her tightened, like he was scared that if he let go, he would lose her.

“I love you, Ivy. You are what I need.”

She nodded against him, tears streaming down her eyes again.

No matter how comforting his words were, she couldn’t help but observed that he hadn’t answered her question.