:/ Sorry that I didn't update this on last Friday. I will possibly write more faster when I get a new computer soon ;) I hope that this chapter was worth your wait. I also want to know if you would like me to write one-shots (M-rated), because I have a few smut ideas. I just want to know if people would read them, so please leave a review or pm me! :)
Oh, and happy holidays :D
He threw his keys to the table on the foyer and pushed off his shoes. His house was cold and empty. It felt even bigger now when Emma wasn't there. It didn't feel like home anymore. It used to, when they moved in with Emma. They were happy then. The biggest problem at the time was Owen's mother, who kept enquiring when is she going to get grand-babies.
But he was the one who screwed everything up. First they were doing fine, but then Owen got bored and started to pick up interest in other women. After meeting his new student, Cristina Yang, he absolutely had to stop being intimate with his wife. He couldn't bare to look his wife when they were having sex, since he was fantasizing, hoping that his wife was his student.
There was nothing wrong with Emma. She was lovely. Every one of Owen's friends loved her. His mother adored her. She was great in the kitchen, her cookings were amazing and she was a great baker. She got along with kids very well and she wanted a dozen of kids herself, and so did Owen. And Owen knew that Emma would be a great mother. Emma was perfect. She was everything he had ever wanted.
But still he was upset about this thing with Cristina. He knew that she wasn't serious, how could she be? Two weeks ago she wanted him to be jealous, so she obviously cared about him. He cared about her too. And he was jealous. He just decided that it would be a mature decision to ignore her naive efforts. Although he tried to make her jealous too, when he lied to Cristina that his wife was back home.
He didn't want to be jealous. After all, he thought that he only wanted one night with her. And that certainly didn't mean that they would develop feelings towards one another...
"You have got to let me, you know, please you," he insisted, his hands on Cristina's hips, pressing her down on his lap.
"I have told you many times. Our clothes stay on!" She giggled and wrapped her hands around her professors neck.
He nuzzled her neck. "We don't have to take all of our clothes off. You just have to take off your pants and let me work my magic on you," he tried to convince her, adding his seductive smile to his face, hoping that it would do the trick, but she only shook her head in response. "Can you please then remind me again why we are not having sex? I thought that that was the only reason why we are even together."
"Wow thanks. So you are saying that I'm no good for anything but sex?" She stared into his eyes after moving her hands to his chest, pushing him away from herself.
"Oh c'moon Cristina, you know that that is not what I meant." He wrapped his hand around her lower back. She removed them. "What? Are you serious?" He threw his hands in the air. Her face was still very serious. "You told me like a week ago that the only reason why you are with me is because you want a better grade. I think that that was insulting and you don't see me pouting."
"You knew that I didn't mean it," she finally responded after a long while for just staring at his eyes.
"Well actually I didn't. Cristina, we both know that this is not just sex. And fyi, that is not what I was implying." His hand once again wrapped around her thighs.
She slid her hands to his hair and looked down. "I'm sorry."
Owen was confused. "What are you sorry about?"
"I'm really sorry that I made this so hard for you. You were right before when you asked me that have I even realized how big of a deal this is. I'm ending you marriage, and I could possibly get you fired and this would affect our reputations. Imagine the gossip if everyone found out. I'm really sorry that I put you into this situation-"
"You put me into this? I think that I was the one who kissed you in the lecture hall after my class."
"Yes, but that was because I pushed you-"
"And I was the one who tied you to my headboard, wasn't I?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
He continued speaking, "My intentions didn't include getting to know you, but it's not like I could help it. You're amazing. I want to know you, and I want to be with you. I want more than just sex. We will be fine. It's not like my wife is ever going to find out and call my boss and your family." He took a deep breath. "And if we are not going to have sex for a while, that's okay. I wan't you to feel comfortable. After all, I'm your first sexual partner and I don't want to force you into anything."
She pressed her forehead against his. "Thank you."
He firmly knocked the door and pushed his hands into his pockets, waiting for the door to open.
"My baby boy! You didn't tell me that you were coming to visit us!" Debra was enchanted.
"Hi mom." Owen hugged her.
"Come on in honey, I will make some coffee. Albert is upstairs working on his book. I don't think he is ever going to finish it though." She called her husband to come downstairs as he seated Owen to the table in the kitchen.
Owen's stepfather rushed down the stairs. Albert and Debra had gotten married when Owen was sixteen, nine years after his own father died. He really liked Albert. He was a really nice guy. Albert never tried to replace his dad, and he treated Debra well.
They all joined Owen at the table, and his mother slid a cup of hot coffee across the table. "I don't want to sound rude, but is there a reason why you are here?" Debra asked. "You should visit us more often since we live so close. Where is Emma by the way?"
Owen swallowed. "Umm... That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He was acting very coy.
Debra and Albert looked at each other, then back at Owen. "Is everything okay?" Albert spoke.
"Well I thought that it was time to tell you this, since it's been over a month. Our future together doesn't look very bright. I haven't heard from her for over seven weeks." Owen shifted uncomfortably.
"What happened?" Debra enquired.
"Well, it was about ten weeks ago. We had a fight. It was nothing too major, but she decided that it was for the best if she left for the weekend. She came back five days later. We made up and I thought that everything was back to normal. One day I came home from work, and she was crying on the stairs. And then she told me that she is pregnant-"
"Oh my dear! That is wonderful news son!" Debra was joyed.
Owen tapped the side of his mug, staring at it intensely. "It's not mine."
Debra raised her eyebrows. "I am confused."
"And she packed her stuff and went to her parents." Owen let out a deep breath. "And I haven't heard from her ever since." He looked up to see two very confused people staring back at him.
Albert looked at his wife. "Debra I told you that I thought that she was shady."
"Oh baby boy. Are you okay?" Her mother was concerned.
"Yes I am fine," Owen answered.
Debra continued talking, "I used to like her very much. Now that whore can burn in hell." She crossed her arms. Albert tossed his head back in laughter.
"Woah mom, that sounds a little harsh." Owen lifted his eyebrows.
"I know. But it is completely true. I instantly despite people who have the audacity to cheat on their significant other. I feel very strongly about this. Like if you ever came to me to confess that you are having an affair with another woman, I swear that I would never speak to you again. Thank god I raised you properly."
Owen was alarmed. He was glad that he let that part of the story out.
Albert decided to give his advice, "Get payback!" He laughed. "Take one of your students!" Debra slapped his arm. "For gods sake Albert!"
Owen joined Alberts laughter. Oh if his mother only knew the things he has done...
He opened his front door, ready to crawl under his blankets and take a nap. He walked upstairs, removing items of clothing. He was unbuttoning his shirt when he got to the bedroom. He pushed off his shoes, and then the bathroom door opened. Owen looked up to see his wife. He was extremely surprised. "Emma, what are you doing here?" He swallowed.
Emma was only wearing a white towel. "I'm back. For good."
Owen lifted his eyebrows. "What if I don't want you here?" He asked.
"I had an abortion," Emma admitted.
Owen was in shock. "What? Why?"
"I did it for us. You said that you wouldn't want to raise someone else's child. You don't have to." Emma smiled.
"Are you serious?" Owen raised his voice.
"Why aren't you happy? I did it for you!" Emma argued.
"I did not ask you to do that!" Owen was very upset. This is not what he wanted.
"We had some minor problems but I know that we are going to be just fine. I love you Owen. We just need to try a bit harder and I know that we will make it." Emma took a step forward.
"You can't just go ahead and do major decisions just like that, you should have asked me first!" He yelled back.
"Babe don't you get it? Now we are fine!"
Owen just stared at her, unmoving. "No. We are not fine. You should have not aborted that child," he said, his voice a bit calmer now.
"So now you are being a pro-lifer? You are insane!" Now it was Emma's turn to yell.
"You wanted that child! You and I were done, a long time ago. We are not going to be together Emma. Ever again."
The doorbell rang. Both of them just stared at each other, not being sure what to do. "I'll get it," Owen finally spoke. The person on the door was getting impatient. "Put your clothes on. We will talk about this later."
Owen let his wife in the bedroom and hurried down the stairs. His shirt was on and his belt was open, but he didn't think that the person behind the door would really care. He opened the door, and before he had the chance to say anything, he heard his student speak.
"Okay, so um, I really don't know how to say this, and I really can not look at you right now, because I'm kinda mad at you, but I need you to hear this. I know that the universe is against us and everything is so messy and nothing makes absolutely no sense. But I really can not be without you. I do not want to be without you. I need you. I really, really need you in my life, and I just can not let you slip away. We need to be together. We have to be together. So I will leave James and you will leave her and we will find a way to be together and we will buy that stupid dog with that stupid name and have three kids and a white picket fence. There I said it." Cristina finally had the courage to look up. But what she saw was like her biggest nightmare. Her crush with his short open, belt unbuckled. And his wife. In a towel. Standing right behind him. 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. They really have gotten back together,' Cristina thought.
Owen was speechless. And he was glad that he was, since he heard his wife's voice right behind him.
"That was a nice speech. Owen, who is she?"
