The Night That Changed Everything

Chapter Twenty One

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Hey lovelies, here's chapter twenty one. I'm sorry that I've taken forever to upload, but it's been hard to write in between school and exams. But now I'm on Christmas break and I'm going to try and get the next chapter up in two days. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please comment on what you think etc. Please don't forget to vote <3

One more thing, I want to say the biggest thank you for all my dedicated readers and to anyone that's ever read this story. I've gotten over 100,000 reads which seriously means so much to me. So thank you. <3

Enjoy!

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Kayla: 23 weeks pregnant

There is a sudden knock at the door, leading me to jump at the unexpected sound and awaken from my serene sleep. Damion is oblivious to the knock as he lays sound asleep next to me, his eyelids closed against the dim of dawn, all of the muscles in his body at total peace as he lies like a soundless baby sleeping through the early hours of their restful slumber.

I smile before reluctantly stepping out of bed and making my way towards the door. I catch a fleeting look at myself in the reflection of the hallway mirror and shudder as I run my fingers through my flattened curls. I tip toe, peering through the peephole before swinging open the door.

“Good morning,” the young boy says as he reads the name on the squared parcel, “I’ve got a parcel for Mr Damion,” he pauses as he looks up at me, his cheeks slightly turning red as he slowly scans me up and down, “Lucas,” he says.

I raise my eyebrows before chuckling, “Yeah, I can take that,” I say.

He clears his throat before saying, “Uh, um, can you sign here please.”

I scribble down my signature with the electronic pen on the touch screen device before retrieving the parcel and saying, “Thank you,” and closing the door behind me. As I’m walking into the dining area, I examine the package, feeling around the edges and shaking it about before placing it on the glass dining table. I then retrieve the small, squared shape remote and point it at the windows, which allows a gush of sunlight to enter into the apartment as the floor length curtains slowly slide open.

Ten minutes later, as I’m washing up the plates from last night’s meal, Damion silently walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, pressing his body against mine and resting his head on my shoulder.

I smile and tilt my neck to the left, giving him access as he murmurs, “Good morning,” and presses kisses along my neck. Little by little he then trails his hand up and down my thigh, gently caressing it as he softly nibbles my earlobe.

“Hm, what’s gotten into you?” I grin as his hand reaches my bottom, lightly squeezing it. I then turn around, smiling as I dangle my dripping, soapy, wet arms from around his neck. He brushes his nose on the bridge of mine as he locks his dazzling azure eyes into mine. “You know that these kisses can’t be good for a pregnant woman when her sexual hormones are at a high,” I grin.

He chuckles before planting a kiss on my lips, “Well you need to stop being so damn hot then,” he says. His phone begins to sound in the distance, the ringing sound echoing throughout the apartment, calling out to be answered. He presses one final kiss onto my lips before letting go of my waist, exiting the kitchen and into the dining area where he answers the phone.