Chapter Five: "I have no choice but to." - Marilyn Manson

Kyla laughed softly at the movie she and Jake had been watching for close to an hour. Jenny was asleep in her lap, the baby's tiny body back against her stomach. Surprisingly, Kyla lay against Jake, his arm slung around her shoulders, her back against the side of his chest.

He smiled down at her. "I'm glad you came back, Ky."

She looked up at him, a light smile conforming her features. "Really?"

Jake nodded, still smiling softly. "Yeah, I thought it'd be, like, really weird to have you back. But, it's not."

"I'm glad," she lightly rubbed Jenny's belly, reaching up with her free hand to pull her necklace out from under her shirt. "Remember this?"

He leaned his head over a little, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I gave it to you when you told me you were pregnant."

She smiled a little more. "I never took it off. Not since you first clasped it around my neck."

The grin remained fixed on his face as he stared down at her. "I wasn't sure if you'd like it."

"I loved it...I loved you."

"Loved?" Jake asked with a raised eyebrow, the hand that had been over her shoulder now gently tangling in her blonde hair.

Kyla bit her lip and shook her head, turning her face more to look at him, being careful not to jostle Jenny. "N...no, love."

"Are we still talking about the necklace?"

She shruged a little. "I dunno, are we?" She searched his eyes, the brown orbs surprisingly calm. She bit her lip as Jake shook his head a little, slowly leaning his face toward hers. He licked his lips absently, his eyes on her. Jake's eyes slide closed as his lips brushed over hers gently.

Kyla tensed when she felt his lips against her,s backing away a little. "Uh...hold that thought."

He smiled and simply nodded, understanding what she was doing. "You can lay her down in my room if you want."

"Okay, I'll be right back." She carefully slid off the couch then carried Jenny's sleeping form over to the crib by the wall. Once the baby was fully tucked in, Kyla then turned back to Jake, walking back over and stood in front of him.

He looked up at her, his hands sliding to her waist. "I missed you Ky."

"I missed you too J." Her hands slid over his bare forearms as he gripped her waist then pulled her into his lap, Kyla straddling his hips. "What're we doing?"

"I'm not sure." He bit his lip, lightly moving his hands up her sides.

She sighed softly, loving the attention he was showing her. Part of her wondered if he really wanted her to stay in his lap, to revert back to the girl that needily accpeted his love. "We...probably shouldn't be doing this."

"What's wrong?" He asked as she slid off his lap. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, stopping at the nape of her neck. "We can't go back, Jake."

"Go back to what?"

"This! Us! Me submitting to you!"

He frowned as he moved to his feet. "Kyla, what're you talking about?"

Her arms dropped to her sides as she sighed heavily. "What do you want from me?"

"What?" Jake frowned, the question throwing him off-guard.

"Just what I asked. "Kyla took a step closer to him. "What do you want from me?"

The frown slowly faded from his face as he reached up and gently cupped her cheeks, her hands going to his hips out of habit. "I want you to be you! I want you to be the best mother you can be to Jenny."

"What about you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I just...I want the girl I fell for, the one I made that perfect little baby with."

"What if you can't? What if she's gone?" Kyla asked fearfully, her eyes helplessly locked on his.

"She's not, I can see it."

"How?"

"Simple, you came back to us."