Chapter 43: Making a hospital baby

" And where do you think you're going with that in your hands?" Kendrell asked, causing Morticia to jolt out of shock.

Shutting her eyes, she exhaled, while she wondered how she didn't hear the sound of his footsteps.

When she turned around, who she saw left her stunned!

Morticia couldn't help but access the dashing features of the man in front of her.

' A 6 foot tall, pitch-black haired dishy motherfucker!' Morticia mused.

'Yes motherfucker! How could someone this handsome be a thief?' she asked herself. ' Well, his handsomeness has nothing to do with his disappointing life choice.' She concluded with a sad sigh. Then her eyes began trailing down his body at the same pace as her thoughts.

' I mean, he's got the perfect crescent-of-a-moon eyebrows, almond eyes, perfect lashes too, eagle nose, alluring lips and his seemingly symmetrical titan's shoulders. And, he seems to have abs too.' she thought, literally talking to herself or probably a voice in her head, with a slight nod before she continued scanning downwards, progressively.

' Nice belt and_ and.... '

*_*

' No Morticia! Stop! This is not you!'

" What are you looking at?!" Kendrell asked with slight terror bringing Morticia out of a daze.

Clearing her throat Morticia returned her gaze to where it was supposed to be, before blinking repeatedly.

" Why are you in here?" Kendrell asked, for like, the third time. But Morticia said nothing.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose before taking two steps forward.

" I said, why are you in here? Don't you know how to read? This is a male restroom.'' said Kendrell.

Morticia:

*_*

" Are you okay?" Kendrell asked again, but she still kept mute.

" Young lady, if you can hear me, what you're holding is not yours. Give it back." he said, stretching his hand forward. But Morticia then hid the parcel behind her with her right hand.

" No, old man." she replied.

Scoffing, Kendrell replied

" Didn't know you could speak."

Regaining her lost mind consciousness, Morticia cleared her throat before speaking up,

" I can." She replied, raising her head high before folding her arms.

" What's it with me and crazy ladies today?" Kendrell asked himself, sighing.

" Who are you calling crazy?" Morticia asked.

" Who was staring at me crazy a few moments ago, acting like she was_"

" Like she was what?" Morticia asked.

Sighing, Kendrell replied " Nevermind."

" I was only thinking how someone so ha_ how someone like you chose to be a thief, more so, choosing to steal something as irrelevant as a parcel." Morticia said in her defense.

Kendrell on the other hand, was dumbstruck!

" Who's a thief?" he asked.

" Who took something that doesn't belong to him to the restroom?" Morticia replied with a question.

Now, Kendrell felt color draining from his face.

" I'm. not. a. thief." he said, word for word.

" I should be calling you that, not the other way round. What explains why you're in a male restroom, with a parcel in your hands?'' Kendrell asked.

" Because it's mine and you stole it." Morticia replied.

" No I didn't. And it's not yours!" Ken exclaimed.

" Then it's yours?"

" No. It's not mine either.'' Kendrell answered.

Scoffing, Morticia remarked, " Great. Now we have a confused thief.''

And that was it! That was how much he could take!

Taking three more steps, he stood right in front of her.

" Hand it to me, so we can both leave here peacefully." Kendrell said calmly.

Clearing her throat again, Morticia replied

" No, I will not and I'm still gonna leave peacefully."

Dropping her hands to her sides, Morticia turned to leave.

But without taking another step further, Kendrell grabbed her left hand by the wrist, forcing her to face him again. But a little more than that happened, as her face collided with his chest, while her hair brushed his defined jaw.

In a trice, Morticia stepped backwards, and on the third step, her back touched the wall.

Kendrell then closed in on the distance between them, before he placed his hands on the wall, right above her shoulders.

Bending his back a little, he spoke up, more like in a domineering manner, as his voice was somewhere between a whisper, sounding devilishly hoarse.

" I'm not a thief and you are gonna hand it over to me. Why? Because it's not yours and it's not mine either." Pausing, he continued seconds later as Morticia couldn't say anything

" I won't explain myself to a... stranger like you." Ken said, looking at Morticia who had goosebumps all over her.

" So just give it to me, so_"

" I don't think it's right for you both to give it to each other in the open." commented a viking haired guy who had just opened the door, only to find Morticia and Kendrell in a rather intimate position.

" Maybe you can find a more private location." he said. " The type that accommodates positions too." he added with a grin.

Morticia was dumbstruck with terror! Her cheeks grew hotter. Hotter because it was already hot while Kendrell was speaking things her brain failed to put into meaning.

Anyways,

Her cheeks were crimson red while she chanted some

' Open up oh surface of the earth and swallow me!'

Kendrell on the other hand straightened up before sighing. 'So much for one day' he thought. Regardless, he didn't feel shy whatsoever.

" It's only a piece of advice, you can choose not to heed to it." the guy said maintaining the silly grin on his face, as he made his way to the door where they were standing.

" Yeah. You can leave now." Kendrell said. Morticia couldn't muster up what it took to speak.

" Seems like you don't. Enjoy yourselves then." he said with a wink before walking out the door.

Kendrell pinched the bridge of his nose while Morticia struggled to breathe.

" Oh! And don't forget to use protection so you both don't end up making a hospital baby." the jerk said again, with a wide grin, just when they had thought he left already.

" Fine fine! I'm leaving for good this time, I understand how you both feel." he added with a wink after seeing the glare Kendrell shot at him.

Then he finally left for good this time.

Sighing, Kendrell turned to tomatoe-face Morticia before speaking;

" Where were we?"