“Uh, I didn’t come here for that,” she murmured giving him worried eyes. His fear escalated double fold as he stared at her.
“What?” he asked, it sounded harsh even to his ears, but with his dry throat, there was nothing he could do about it.
He watched as fear entered her eyes and cursed himself. “Sorry, just have a feeling I am not going to like this,” Aden muttered with a shake of his head.
“You’re not. My father is marrying me off. I am to marry in two weeks,” She told him quietly.
“Damn…” he muttered, taking her hand gently… and dropped it just as abruptly with her next words.
“And I am carry your child…” she whispered.
Aden felt like the ground had shifted. His brain was drawing a blank. The word ‘pregnant’ rang in his head and wouldn’t stop. He said the first thing that came to him. “You sure its mine? It’s not like you were chaste when I met you.” He muttered and grunted as her hand made contact with the side of his face. He felt the sting burn his cheek and his world was righting once more.
“How dare you!” she spat, raising her hand to hit him once more. He stopped he hit, tossing her hand back to her side.
“Don’t!” He growled. “You’re just pissed because you can’t pass the kid off as mine. You know as well as I there is a good chance it’s not!”
“That what you thing. I haven’t touched another man since you!” she screamed. Aden glanced around quickly, praying no one had heard her outburst. He didn’t see anyone on the streets but that meant nothing. He dragged her to the back of the inn.
“Does your father know?” he asked urgently.
“No. No one knows. I going to try and pass the infant off as my future husband’s,” she told him quietly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. He didn’t know what to do with woman that were about to cry. He didn’t do tears yet here she was looking at him hopefully. Hesitantly he reached out, not even touching her and that was all it took. She threw herself at him, her face buried in the thick linen of his shirt as she went. His hands were held in mid air, not comfortable touching her at the moment. With just his fingers he barely patted her on the back, counting the minutes that went by and praying she would let go soon.
“I…uh… I should go…” she mumbled.
“Uh, yeah, so your father doesn’t go searching for you,” he said, trying to hide his relief. He knew by the hurt look on her face he hadn’t succeeded.
He watched as another woman walk away tonight. His mind running with too many thoughts for him to focus properly. This was the second time someone had told him that they were carry his child. The first time had been when he was just fifteen years old. He had loss his virginity to the Count of Anvil’s youngest daughter. She was seventeen and he had just turned fifteen. It had been one of the best nights of his life.
Every time she could get away from her father and the guards they would meet up. He had believed he loved her. Then one day she told him that she was with child. Her father found out by an eavesdropping guard. That was the very first time they had been forced to move. And his heart had broke. Since then he jumped from bed to bed without a care in the world. Now he was to become a father a second time.
He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know whether to believe her either.
With a desolate sigh he walked behind the inn towards the walls that surrounded the city where he knew it would be quiet. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down and sat in the cold snow. He closed his eyes and allowed the sounds of the night to wash over him.
Re: How My World Changed Ch 2/?
“What?” he asked, it sounded harsh even to his ears, but with his dry throat, there was nothing he could do about it.
He watched as fear entered her eyes and cursed himself. “Sorry, just have a feeling I am not going to like this,” Aden muttered with a shake of his head.
“You’re not. My father is marrying me off. I am to marry in two weeks,” She told him quietly.
“Damn…” he muttered, taking her hand gently… and dropped it just as abruptly with her next words.
“And I am carry your child…” she whispered.
Aden felt like the ground had shifted. His brain was drawing a blank. The word ‘pregnant’ rang in his head and wouldn’t stop. He said the first thing that came to him. “You sure its mine? It’s not like you were chaste when I met you.” He muttered and grunted as her hand made contact with the side of his face. He felt the sting burn his cheek and his world was righting once more.
“How dare you!” she spat, raising her hand to hit him once more. He stopped he hit, tossing her hand back to her side.
“Don’t!” He growled. “You’re just pissed because you can’t pass the kid off as mine. You know as well as I there is a good chance it’s not!”
“That what you thing. I haven’t touched another man since you!” she screamed. Aden glanced around quickly, praying no one had heard her outburst. He didn’t see anyone on the streets but that meant nothing. He dragged her to the back of the inn.
“Does your father know?” he asked urgently.
“No. No one knows. I going to try and pass the infant off as my future husband’s,” she told him quietly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. He didn’t know what to do with woman that were about to cry. He didn’t do tears yet here she was looking at him hopefully. Hesitantly he reached out, not even touching her and that was all it took. She threw herself at him, her face buried in the thick linen of his shirt as she went. His hands were held in mid air, not comfortable touching her at the moment. With just his fingers he barely patted her on the back, counting the minutes that went by and praying she would let go soon.
“I…uh… I should go…” she mumbled.
“Uh, yeah, so your father doesn’t go searching for you,” he said, trying to hide his relief. He knew by the hurt look on her face he hadn’t succeeded.
He watched as another woman walk away tonight. His mind running with too many thoughts for him to focus properly. This was the second time someone had told him that they were carry his child. The first time had been when he was just fifteen years old. He had loss his virginity to the Count of Anvil’s youngest daughter. She was seventeen and he had just turned fifteen. It had been one of the best nights of his life.
Every time she could get away from her father and the guards they would meet up. He had believed he loved her. Then one day she told him that she was with child. Her father found out by an eavesdropping guard. That was the very first time they had been forced to move. And his heart had broke. Since then he jumped from bed to bed without a care in the world. Now he was to become a father a second time.
He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know whether to believe her either.
With a desolate sigh he walked behind the inn towards the walls that surrounded the city where he knew it would be quiet. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down and sat in the cold snow. He closed his eyes and allowed the sounds of the night to wash over him.