Chapter 1291: Chapter 1286: Didn’t Get an Abortion
Sophia had just said a single word when her lips were sealed. Evander crushed her into the sofa, one big hand unapologetically slipping along her placket and sliding inside, rubbing back and forth over her lower belly.
As his thin lips shifted, a murmur spilled out. "Does it hurt here?"
Sophia hummed. It didn’t hurt; he was just too heavy, and she was afraid he’d press down on their baby.
"You’re so heavy."
"Let’s change places."
Evander braced one hand on the sofa and lifted himself up, pecked her lips again, then stood and scooped her up to carry her into the bedroom.
After putting Sophia on the bed, he lay down as well, hooked his hands under her armpits and used a bit of strength. "You be on top."
Sophia’s body had just come down over him when Evander kissed her again. One hand pressed to her back, the other slid to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the front button and zipper. Before Sophia could make a sound to stop him, his hand had already slipped inside, landing on her ass and kneading it lightly.
"Mm..." With her lips captured, Sophia could only let out muffled sounds. Reaching back, she grabbed Evander’s wrist, trying to pull his hand out.
"Be good, I’m just touching... I know we can’t do it right now..." Evander found a second to explain, his big palm rubbing back and forth between Sophia’s two cheeks.
Sophia closed her eyes and let out a resigned sigh, but the moment her eyes shut, they flew open again.
Evander also stopped kissing her. His phoenix eyes held a hint of shock as the fingers resting between her cheeks probed downward again, as if confirming something.
"Why isn’t there a pad?"
Evander’s phoenix eyes locked tightly on Sophia, like he didn’t want to miss even the slightest change in her expression.
Sophia puffed out her cheeks. "I don’t like using them."
Evander...
His long fingers continued to probe downward. That place didn’t have any sticky feeling either—she hadn’t gotten her period at all. His phoenix eyes grew serious.
"What’s going on?"
Evander was rarely this stern. Sophia pouted unhappily and said in a small voice, "I didn’t get an abortion."
"What did you say?" Evander’s phoenix eyes widened again, filled with disbelief, and a kind of startled joy.
"I said! I didn’t get an abortion! The baby’s still in my belly!" Sophia enunciated each word.
Evander...
After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly hugged Sophia and rolled, pinning her beneath him. Cupping her face, he pressed his thin lips over her brows, her nose bridge, her cheeks, kissing her again and again, his voice shaking with excitement. "Soph, you’re so good."
"Next time you yell at me, I’ll get rid of the baby!" Sophia said, aggrieved. Evander kept raining kisses on her as he promised, "I won’t yell... there won’t be a next time... I’ll never yell at you again..."
The joy of getting back what he thought he’d lost made this usually composed, steady man completely lose his cool. He cupped Sophia’s face and kissed her over and over until he finally found her lips and gently sucked on them.
"Soph," Evander murmured. His thin lips gently sucked on Sophia’s soft pink lips, the tip of his tongue tracing her outline with tender cherishing.
Sophia took the initiative to loop her arms around his neck, responding to him while still remembering to remind him, "Don’t crush the baby."
"Mm." A nasal sound. Evander rolled Sophia up against him again, letting her sprawl over his chest. She imitated him, locking her arms around his head.
After several days of sulking, they had both been missing each other. Evander’s hand slipped under her clothes again, this time moving upward. "They seem a bit bigger..."
"Mm." A soft nasal sound spilled from Sophia’s throat, half a response, half a quiet moan, as one of her hands slipped under Evander’s shirt too.
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