***ENGLISH ISN'T MY LANGUAGE***
Does anyone still read this? Hahaha
Fluffy-hot Towen before the end.
Rated M due to mature content
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When I give my heart, it will be completely
or I'll never give my heart.
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
is when I fall in love with you…
TEDDY
"I told you to sit down! Dammit, Theodora!" Megan scolds me for the thousandth time that day because for the thousandth time I wanted to help her with the preparations for the Thanksgiving dinner. "Out, out, out of my kitchen, bye, don't come back soon. Eeyore, come and take your woman out of my kitchen!"
"Ok, I'm leaving!" I defend myself. "I just wanted to help you with the sweet potato puree, you always fail with the consistency."
"I'm following Martha Stewart's recipe, okay? Martha never fails. Now, out, out!"
"Did someone call me?" Owen asks, coming to the kitchen.
"Yes, me. Take Teddy out before I put her in the oven along with the turkey. What part of 'I'll make dinner' don't you understand?!"
"Ok, calm down!" Owen laughs. "She just wants to help, isn't that right, love?" He says, approaching me and hugging me from behind giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. "A dinner for so many people is a lot of work."
"And I thank you, but I don't need help, I'm handling everything perfectly by myself. Everything is almost ready."
"If you say so." I say.
Owen takes me by the hand and together we go to the living room where my mother and Evelyn talk enthusiastically, the same Justin, Hannah and Nathan, meanwhile Farouk plays in the yard. It seems unreal to see all these people gathered in the same place, all having a nice moment. I can't help letting out a trembling sigh.
"Everything okay?" Owen asks me.
"Excellent. I'm just a little bit emotional, all the people I love are gathered for Thanksgiving dinner."
"And wait for Christmas, maybe our princess will already be born by then." Owen places his hands on my belly, running them up and down.
"Days will be so long, I can't wait for her to be here."
"Well, practically you can go into labor at any time."
"Don't say that!" I laugh and put my hand over his mouth. "What if my water breaks tonight?"
"Then we'll have one more thing to be thankful for."
I sigh again, my emotions are out of control. I am so, so emotional, so happy and full of gratitude that I don't know how to handle it other than crying. "I love so much."
Megan exceeded all my expectations that night. The table was impeccably decorated with Evelyn's best dinnerware, all the seats were occupied, the dinner was delicious, there were so many things to be thankful that I couldn't help crying more than once. It came to my mind how my thanksgiving was only a year ago. I came home at night, all the lights were off, there was no one at home, obviously, I just took a beer from the fridge and toasted for myself, I didn't have much to thank beyond my health and my work. But this year everything is different, I am grateful for my baby girl, for Owen, for my mom, for my siblings, for my in laws, for my work and for my health. I had never had so many things to be thankful for.
A couple of days later Owen and I go to a huge Christmas tree farm. The fact that it was his idea makes me feel warm inside. He knows how much Christmas means to me and wants to make this, our first Christmas together, the best of all.
There are so many beautiful trees. I choose one not too high or too short, but very, very, very leafy and green. As soon as we put it in the living room the whole house is flooded with an exquisite smell of fresh pine. If I close my eyes, I can imagine that I am in the middle of a forest and that brings me such peace.
Owen and I decorate the tree together and once we finish it helps me get on a step to put a beautiful crystal star that my mother gave us on the top of the tree. Owen turns off the lights in the apartment and I turn on the lights of the tree. It's breathtaking.
"Goddess!" I sigh. "It's beautiful, Owen!"
"We did a great job, didn't we?"
"It's perfect. I love it, I love it, I love it!" I kiss him fervently.
"And guess what."
"What?"
"Since we are already full on with the Christmas spirit, I have your first gift."
I look at him, frowning but with a smile, I'm so confused. He goes to the baby's room and comes back with a huge box and puts it on the coffee table.
"I had to hide it for a few days."
"What is it?!" I ask, excited like a little girl. This is why I love Christmas.
"Open it for you to find out."
I open the box and at first I don't understand what it is, at first glance it seems to be just a briefcase. Owen notices my confusion and takes it out of the box.
Apparently is a wooden briefcase. It has beautiful vintage touches on the corners as well as on the golden handle. Owen opens it and I gasp in amazement. No, he didn't! I look at him with a huge smile.
"A turntable!" I'm amazed.
"I noticed that certain device didn't arrive in your move with the things that you brought from Germany. I know how much you loved it and I know you missed it, so I figured it would be the perfect Christmas gift."
"Perfect? Owen, this is... MORE THAN PERFECT!"
I kneel down in front of the coffee table to admire each and every one of the little details of my new turntable.
"Look in the box, there's more." Owen tells me.
Inside the box there are at least a dozen vinyls with all my favorite classics. Earth, Wind and Fire. Nat King Cole. Duran, Duran. The Beatles. The Police. ABBA. The Rolling Stones. Gloria Gaynor. Cher. Among many others.
Owen takes a vinyl from the collection and places it on the plate, then the arm with the needle and a cheerful and lively melody starts to sound. He dances in front of me and offers me his hand to join him. I can't help laughing hysterically.
"I'm not going to dance Boogie Wonderland! Do you want me to go into labor right now?!"
"You're already full term." Owen replies, nonchalantly and without stopping dancing.
Oh, my God, I love him so much. I love him more when he does this kind of crazy things. When he's with me the Owen he isn't with anyone. When he is uninhibited, when he forgets his worries, when he is like a child happy to live life, when he laughs, when he dances, when he sings.
I feel a huge lump in my throat and my little Allison kicks against my ribs. He intends to kill me with so much love.
"Come on, Teddy!" He encourages me to get up and join him to dance. "Ok, you don't like this one?" He takes off the vinyl and takes another one out of the collection and puts it on the turntable. A soft melody plays and my eyes floods with tears. "What about his one?" He asks me with a soft voice and offers me his hand to get up.
Without hesitation I take it and join him and together we dance to the gentle rhythm of L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. He is gentle, he guides me with precision, but at my pace, he twirls me gently from time to time and I giggle every time he does that.
We keep moving in harmonious synchrony through Unforgettable, Smile, When I Fall In Love and You Are My Everything. I hug him by the waist and I lay my head on his chest, closing my eyes and letting myself be carried by him. He leans his chin on the top of my head and runs his hands up and down my back. Allison stirs softly inside me.
"Teddy." Owen whispers my name.
"Hmm?" I hum in response.
"Do I… do I say 'I love you' enough?"
His question takes me by surprise. Of course he tells me enough that he loves me. Each and every day since we are together. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning to before I fall asleep at night. Sometimes not only with words, but also with actions. All the time he shows me how much he loves me and how much he loves our daughter, so I don't understand the reason behind his question.
I look at him in the eyes, surprised. "Love, you do it all the time. Why that question?"
He slips off my arms, running his fingers through his hair and exhaling. He goes and sits on the couch by the window and loses his gaze on the Seattle landscape. I tentatively approach him but stay a few steps away.
"Owen, is everything okay? What's all this about? You are scaring me."
He turns to look at me with the sweetest of smiles and offers me his hand. I take it and he brings me to him and sits me in his lap, caressing and kissing my baby bump gently, then he looks into my eyes. His eyes look watery, as if he wanted to cry. "Sometimes I feel that a simple I love you is not enough. Sometimes I feel that my words are not enough to describe everything I feel for you. To describe how much I love you and how much I love our daughter, although she hasn't been born yet. I don't know how to describe this feeling inside of me, this... it's like, I don't know, I don't know and I don't know how to explain it to you. You are like a rainy day in Seattle after months in Iraq's desert."
I laugh and cry at the same time and he wipes my tears with his thumb. "You make me feel alive, you make me feel like reborn."
I hug him and I sink my face into his neck crying. After he let me cry for a while on his shoulder we cuddle in the couch by the window to look at the landscape. This time it is not snowing. The tall buildings stand in front of us and the Space Needle rises in the far distance. The sky is pitch black and cloudless, the stars twinkle and the waning moon shines high.
Owen caresses my arm gently up and down, I tilt up my head and give him soft sloppy kisses all over his jawline. His hand goes from my arms to my thighs, caressing them from the outside in and drawing small circles, then goes higher, stopping his hand just centimeters from my crotch. Our breathing becomes deep and heavy. His jaw is no longer enough, I need his lips, his lips on my lips and all over me.
I turn around and I kneel in front of him between his legs. Taking his face in my hands and deepening my kiss. His hands run my side from my waist to my thighs, up and down, I can feel the warmth of his hands through my clothes.
I take the hem of his shirt and help him get rid of it. He takes my sweater and does the same. He sinks his face between my full breasts, inhaling my scent and kissing me there, then he gets rid of my bra and cups my breasts with both hands squeezing them slightly making me moan and turning me on completely.
"Are you sure of this?" He pants against the skin of my chest.
"Shut up, once I give birth we won't have any of this for at least 6 weeks!"
He doesn't say anything else and keeps kissing me. With his index fingers he takes the waistband of my leggings and slowly lowers them. I raise my knees a little to help him get rid of them completely until he leaves me just in my black panties. "You are so beautiful."
I unbuckle his belt and I help him get rid of his jeans and trusses. Leaving him completely naked. Again with his fingers he takes off my panties and while he kisses my breast without warning me he brings his hand to my crotch, taking me by surprise and making me scream with pleasure.
I hug him by the neck, sinking my face into his shoulder and letting him do whatever he wants with me. He plays with my damp folds thrusting his fingers in and out of me, I ride them instinctively and squeeze my thighs around his hand. I bury my nails on his back and he kisses my neck, my breasts and my bump while trusting in me. I'm so close. A drop of sweat runs behind my ears. Owen's back and chest glows with his own perspiration and the glass of the window next to us starts to fog.
With a final twist of his thumb around my clitoris I come undone in his hand and scream my orgasm in his ear falling heavily against his chest. He brings me close to him as much as my bump allows. I pant deeply and he rubs my back and my hair while he kisses me on the temple.
When I finally managed to catch my breath I straddle his legs and kiss him from the lips to his chest. He places his hands on my bottom and brings me closer to him, when he is ready I sink him into me. He lets out a hoarse, deep groan, squeezing the skin of my buttocks.
Again, like a couple of hours ago, we move in perfect synchrony. Again everything is at my pace. He caresses me gently, but in a way that only fuels the fire in me. His hands go from my bottom to my hips, to my bump, to my breasts, to my face. We don't stop telling us how much we love each other until we both come together at the same time.
We stay like that for a few minutes. Silent. I lay my head on his chest listening to the beating of his heart that a few minutes ago beat at full speed but now is calm and at the same time fills me with peace.
With the tips of his fingers he draws random patterns on my back and gives me occasional kisses on the head. When I begin to feel numb Owen helps me get up and takes me to bed. Not exactly to sleep.
That night we make love until the crack of dawn, it seems that we can't have enough of each other. It seems that we are taking very seriously that of 'there will be none of this for 6 weeks'. So we are doing the best of this couple of weeks that we have left.
Owen jokes that this will help me induce labor and I go along with him. Right now that's the last thing in our mind, we just want to have as much as possible of each other. Feel as much as possible of each other. We don't know what can happen tomorrow...
What could happen tomorrow?
Thoughts?