Chapter 15 MAKE ME PREGNANT

Chapter 15 MAKE ME PREGNANT
Atarah Klyte

"Hmmm... Rare."

I called his name softly, almost absentmindedly.

"Yes?" he replied, glancing over his shoulder.

Rare was standing in the kitchen, his sleeves slightly rolled up as he focused on cooking. The soft glow of the kitchen lights reflected on the stainless steel counter while the faint sound of oil sizzling filled the air. 

Yes—he was cooking.

Fries, popcorn, tacos, hotdogs—practically a whole snack feast. Earlier we had decided to watch a movie marathon so the night wouldn't feel boring. It was still early anyway, and neither of us had plans to leave.

"I only have this big pink T-shirt," I said shyly, avoiding his gaze. 

"If you want to change your clothes... you can use it. Your outfit looks uncomfortable."

My voice dropped toward the end of the sentence.

Damn.

Why was I suddenly embarrassed?

Rare chuckled quietly.

Without turning fully toward me, he stretched out his hand.

I was supposed to give him the shirt.

Instead, my eyes froze on his hand.

It was pale and smooth, the veins slightly visible beneath the skin. Long fingers. Clean nails. The kind of hands that looked both strong and careful—the hands of someone who saved lives.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

My gaze lifted from his hand to his face.

God.

Even in such simple lighting, his features looked unfairly perfect.

I nodded slowly.

"Cool," he said with a faint smirk. "Give it to me."

He took the shirt from my hands.

"You're really going to wear it?" I asked, a little surprised.

For some reason, I imagined how he'd look wearing that oversized pink shirt. Cute... but still dangerously attractive.

"Mm," he replied simply before turning back to the stove.

Since he was busy cooking, I started preparing the plates and bowls so at least I wouldn't feel useless.

For the next few minutes, I watched him work. And I'm not overacting but seriously he's so attractive! Why? I feel like I'm so into him? 

It's been a while since I felt this. Like seriously attractive with someone.

Sometimes I stared at the food.

Sometimes I secretly stared at him.

Just quick glances.

My eyes were traitors.

I couldn't control them.

"Done," Rare announced.

He placed the cooked tacos, fries, popcorn, and hotdogs neatly onto the plates.

My stomach growled. He just chuckled. " Baby is hungry.."

Huh? Baby? Me or the baby inside my tummy?

We carried the plates to the living room together and placed everything on the glass table.

After a quick discussion, we decided to watch a science fiction movie

I leaned back comfortably against the sofa.

Rare sat down as well—but there was a noticeable space between us. He occupied the right side while I stayed on the far left.

"Hey," he suddenly said.

I looked at him.