Chapter Thirty-five

Kenna

My eyes blink a few times before opening them to see Aidan sleeping soundly and closely near me, both of his arms are wrapped around my body as we're pressed against one another which causes me to smile as memories of last night creep up in my mind; instantly leaving me to feel my cheeks heat up, not expecting how great things went.

I press my hand on the side of his face as he continues to sleep, the way his chest moves up and down slowly without noticing how the sheets are barely covering our bodies yet we feel warm just by being close to one another—letting me lift my body up a little bit before pressing my lips against his, feeling him parting them and responding back within seconds.

A chuckle escapes from my lips as he wraps his arms around my waist, letting me sit on top of him, seeing him opening his droopy eyes as soon as I break the kiss.

''Hi,'' I smile down at him, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear without even caring if we're both still skin to skin—what we did last night would mean that we've seen everything that we've been hiding from each other for the past years and why would this morning be any different?

''Hey,'' He replies, one of his hand soothingly rubbing onto my back as he adjusts his head on the pillow, both of his brown eyes are gazing into my blue ones; both of us smiling at each other, knowing that last night is still fresh in our minds.

My lips are tracing kisses on his forehead, his cheeks and on his lips which causes him to run his hand soothingly on my thighs before turning us around; with him being on top as we both begin to chuckle. He looks down at me as if he's mesmerised by my features before he starts to push my hair away from my face, ''Let's stay in bed today.'' He whispers.

''Mmm, what can we do in bed?'' I raise an eyebrow.

The way his lips curve up into a grin has somehow managed me to let out soft chuckles as he leans in to kiss down my neck, ''I'd rather show you.'' He replies, his hand carelessly running on my thigh without even caring if it has an affect on me in which it does as I cup onto his face, pulling him closer to fully kiss him on the lips.

''What if I show you?'' I purposely lean closer towards his neck as my hand reaches down.

My hand seems to have caused him to feel the pleasure building up as he smirks down at me, letting me do my part of the job; making sure that he'd feel the same amount of pleasure I felt when he did the same for me. With every movement I make with my hands and mouth, he seems to be enjoying every second of it—the sound of his breathing getting heavier and heavier without holding it back.

''Fuck,'' He breathes out as he starts to pull me up to kiss me by the lips, letting me stay on top of him yet he starts to run his hands all over my body.

Just as he's about to turn us around, I immediately push both of his hands back down beside his head which causes him to groan but begins to let out a breathy chuckle. The way his chest is moving up and down from the heavy breathing proves just how my teases was successful and he's by far enjoying it, too.

I let him thrust inside as I press both of my hands on his chest, earning myself a groan from him as my hips move slowly, starting to feel the pleasures building up for both of us as he places both of his hands on my hips before slowly going up to my stomach—letting me passionately and slowly show him.

As I begin to fasten my movement, he starts to let out soft moans while I lean my head back; biting onto my lower lip at the deepness inside of me, letting me feel it entirely. My heart beats faster than usual and I can feel his heart beating fast, too as I lean my body forward towards his, kissing onto his lips.

''Oh, fuck.'' He groans as I tease him by slowing my movement, ''You're killing me, Kenna. You're really killing me,'' He adds.

Just as I place both of my hands on the bed as I lean forward to fasten my movements, he seems to be enjoying it as he wraps his arm around my waist. Moans are escaping my lips even though I'm trying my best to hold them back yet they keep on coming out as I feel myself coming at the edge, gripping tightly onto the sheets as my movements begin to slow down; letting Aidan to continue on thrusting as soon as he feels me clenching.

He grabs onto my hand, gripping tightly as I let my body take control.

''Yeah, like that.'' I moan, seconds before I begin to lean my head back and grip harder onto his hand—feeling the waves causing my body to slightly shake, with him stopping his thrusts, letting me completely feel the entire release from my body.

Aidan starts to turn us around as he hovers on top of me, moving in and out to continue building the pleasure as our fingers entwined on the bed; letting him thrust out immediately as soon as he feels himself exploding before quickly letting out a breath of relief as soon as he feels the entire satisfaction.

''I think I'm staying home for a week,'' He mutters near my ear as he continues to breathe heavily which causes me to laugh, seconds before he starts to join me.

Just as he's about to lean in, the sound of his phone interrupts us which causes him to groan before pushing the sheets away and walk towards his phone—letting me lay on the bed, eyeing his every movement and how his body appears to be in good shape and nicely toned which is one of the reasons why he stands in the middle of the room naked, with full of confident as he picks up the phone.

''I'm at your apartment,'' I hear Dimitri's voice on the other line as Aidan walks back towards the bed after putting him on speaker. ''I've been standing here for the past fifteen minutes. Are you guys still asleep? Can you at least let me in?'' He asks.

''What are you doing at my apartment?'' Aidan asks, as his eyes are never leaving my body, leaving me to lean closer towards him; purposely leaving kisses down his jaw.

''Kenna and I have plans today. Wait—is that you breathing? Why are you panting?'' He asks, sounding a bit confused while Aidan and I both chuckle, unintentionally a bit louder which is probably loud enough for Dimitri to hear. ''Oh . . . oh, I get it.''

''Wait . . . wait, just let me get this straight. I've been standing here for quite awhile, were you guys having sex the whole time? It's kind of weird to think that,'' He continues to speak.

I grab the phone away from Aidan's grasps, ''Can I take a rain check? I'm not in New York,'' Within seconds, Aidan has already started to kiss me down my neck as he caresses my thighs, purposely finding ways for Dimitri to end the call—leaving me to drop the phone beside me as he continues on kissing me.

''Guys? What are you guys doing? Hello?''' Dimitri asks, ''I'm hanging up because I feel left out right now. You two better give me details and thank me when you get back—'' Just as he's about to utter another word, Aidan has already pressed onto the end call button without breaking the kiss, leaving me to play with his hair.

People say that when you're in love, time passes quicker. Everything feels much better than when you were all by yourself and so far . . . they were right. It's not because my heart belongs to Aidan or the other way around but it's because we get to spend everyday together doing everything together, that is what matters.

How we've come to know just how much we need each other rather than denying that fact. We started to feel these feelings, weeks after the wedding but we were somewhat, confused and unsure of those 'feelings'. We needed confirmation, we needed a little push. I was scared if I would face rejection and I was mostly scared to lose my best friend.

There are a lot of things in life that I have to be thankful for but I would like to start when I was six, when we were six. It's annoyingly crazy how fast time flies, leaving all those precious memories behind as if they didn't matter but they did; they transform me, us, into someone we know today.

It feels like we've had a thousand walks together and it's by far the most beautiful thing in the world. How can someone . . . known as your best friend ends up being the one you love with all of your heart? Humans are wonders and somewhat complex but when it comes to the heart, we will always try to give in—we will always try to follow even though there will be consequences yet we never think about that. We think about now.

'I love you' . . . 'I love you', three simple words yet they bring out a whole different meaning. Someone can say it by forced or for jokes but how Aidan said it to me, he was sincere. How could he not be sincere? We've spent twenty years together and almost twenty-one, it would be insane how he wouldn't be able to accept my flaws and insecurities.

I've accepted his.

In fact, nobody's perfect. Aidan can look perfect, he can stand in a room full of people and still be the most powerful one or he can say stupid, meaningless things and still be labeled as charming but his flaws are uncountable. Others might see him for how he shows himself to the world, how he presents and how he stands but I see him for who he really is . . . himself.

He may be intelligent, smart, handsome, beautiful, funny, charming but he lacks a lot. There are times when he just sits in a room all by himself, staring out the window, his mind running wild and that's when I can't figure him out. He seems to have his own space and world for him to disappear and that's how I know how he's never truly happy, never truly content.

Yet, nothing lasts forever.

--

''Happy Thanksgiving!'' My lips curve up into an immediate smile at the sound of Ava's voice as she starts to make her way towards me, making me wrap my arms around her small figure, snuggling close.

''Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Ava.'' I reply before letting her go and stand up straight, seeing the whole family being here; looking straight at Aidan who has his arm placed behind my back. Then, they begin to pull us in for a hug, leaving me with a warm feeling in my heart.

Diana hugs me tightly, ''I heard that you two were in Paris. Was it for your honeymoon?'' Her eyes wander to Aidan who has let out a chuckle as he rubs onto my back, leaving me to grin; not knowing what to say but only smile at her statement. ''Well . . . come on in, I need to continue making my pie.'' She adds.

''I can help,'' I assure.

She looks back at me before smiling at Aidan, ''Come on, then.''

I glance back at Aidan for a short couple of seconds as I make my way towards the kitchen, being reminded of when Aidan and I were younger and how we used to sneak in the kitchen for some late night snacks. It was an unforgettable memory and it was worth thinking.

My eyes wander around the kitchen before landing on Diana again, who seems to have been staring at me ever since I got here. ''How are things with Aidan? Has he been treating you well?'' She asks, leaving me speechless at her sudden questions.

''Things are going great and he has never treated me wrong,'' I reply and she smiles, nodding her head; somehow satisfied at my answer.

''I'm glad . . . it's been, what? Three months?''

''Almost four,'' I answer.

To my surprise, I find Aidan and Alain walking out behind the house, making me eye them from the window in the kitchen—seeing them laughing as they talk about a few things. My lips curve up into a smile at the sight of them, remembering back how Aidan used to complain about Alain getting much more amount of attention yet they are still never apart.

''Where's Mia?'' I ask, realising that I didn't see her earlier. Harley was also nowhere to be found and I'm only guessing that she's still at the office; well, Harley and I are workaholics, there's nothing to change.

Diana closes the fridge, ''Mia and Tony will be here soon. She seemed like she wanted to tell me about something but she also told me to wait . . . do you have any idea what it might be?'' She asks, making me clear my throat before shaking my head; putting on the perfect act.

''Uh . . . no clue,''

The next hour was spent helping Diana with the large amount of food and her homemade pie, a family recipe that I've been tasting for years ever since I became involved in Aidan's life. She has always been a great cook, just like Aidan and her cookings have always somehow been one of my favourites . . . after my mum's cookings, of course.

''Kenna!'' Mia exclaims as she pulls me in for a hug, causing me to chuckle.

''Glad you could make it, sweetheart.'' Diana says as they both pull each other in for a hug, leaving me to eye them. ''Where's Tony?'' She asks.

''I would never miss it for the world, mother. Tony's outside with Alain and Aidan . . . who can't seem to stop talking about work.'' Mia replies before turning towards me, ''Don't you feel bored with my brother? I'm sure he has nothing to talk about but only about work,''

''Actually . . . he doesn't talk about work with me,'' I reply and Diana smiles, slowly followed by Mia who seems to be giving me a wink.

Diana walks out of the kitchen as she starts to call out for Alain, leaving Mia and I by ourselves. She walks closer towards me before clearing her throat, ''I'm thinking on telling them later. I mean, I can't hide it forever, right? Sooner or later, everything will start to fall into place and it's better if I be the one to tell rather than them finding out from someone else,'' She says.

''That's great. I'm sure they'll support you through it,'' I reply.

''Well . . . mother and Harley might but I'm not very sure about father and Alain. For now, I only have you and Aidan's support—which is enough for me but I'm terrified of Alain. What if he kills me?'' She whispers, laughing afterwards. ''Aidan didn't flip much because you were there but Harley's not here . . . there's a high chance I might die, today.''

''Don't sweat much, Mia. Just remember that I'll always be here to help you,'' My hand grabs onto hers, gripping tightly as she grips back; smiling at me.

''Maybe, being pregnant is really messing up with my hormones. I truly understand how Harley felt when she was pregnant with Ava because I'm currently pregnant and I'm feeling the same way!'' Mia says as I look behind her to see Diana and Alain standing with wide eyes, causing Mia to turn around; muttering a curse under her breath.

The four of us end up staring at each other while I hold in my breath, somehow afraid of this thing going sour. By the look on Alain's face, I can see him clenching his jaw and his fists before closing his eyes—letting out a deep breath but as for Diana, she seems to be in shock, as she covers her mouth with her hand.

''Oh, shit.'' Mia sighs.

''Mia, what the fuck?!'' Alain exclaims in anger before exiting the kitchen, heading towards the living room and out the backyard, making Mia's eyes widen as she starts to chase after him. I quickly run after them, realising that Alain is currently heading towards Tony who's having a conversation with Aidan near the their house water fountain.

Mia tries to grab onto Alain's arm but apparently, she was too late as Alain grabs onto Tony by the collar and away from Aidan; immediately started to punch onto his face, causing him to drop onto the ground.

''Alain, stop!'' Mia shouts.

Tony's face is being beaten pretty badly by Alain as blood starts to seep down his shirt, making me stand with my heart racing; gazing up at Aidan who starts to break out of his trance by running towards them, trying to pull Alain away from Tony. As for Mia, she won't stop trying to push Alain away but he's stronger than her.

''You're a fucking asshole. How dare you!'' Alain shouts, punching harder.

To my surprise, Harley starts to appear with wide eyes as she runs towards Alain, ''Baby, what are you doing? Stop it!'' She exclaims, pushing out of her heels, making her way towards us in a hurry—making me take a couple of steps back, completely in shock.

''Cut it off!'' Aidan says as he manages to pull Alain away, leaving us to stare down at Tony who is currently coughing out blood, Mia quickly tending him. Aidan continues to pull Alain away from Tony, his hand gripping tightly onto his arm, ''Cut it off, Alain. You're making a fucking scene,''

''You knew? You knew all along and you were fine with this?!'' Alain shouts at Aidan who has started to clench his jaw in anger.

''She's our sister, Aidan. She's our one and only sister. How can you be fine with her being pregnant? She's in university. For god's sake, Mia . . . what the fuck were you thinking?! Were you out of your goddamn mind? I don't want to see you with him anymore. He stays out of your fucking life!'' Alain lets out his anger by pointing at Tony who is currently looking away from Alain and only assuring Mia that he's fine.

Aidan pulls him harder by the arm, ''I said cut it off!''

Alain and Aidan are both staring at each other, somewhat glaring. ''She's not a child, Alain. We can't just interfere with her life because we think that it's bad for her; she can do what the fuck she wants and we just have to stay out of it! You're right, she's our sister and you're trying to ruin your one and only sister's life.'' He leans to say those words which causes Alain to pull his arm away from Aidan's grasps.

''You're a disgrace,'' Alain turns to Mia before storming off, avoiding even his wife's comfort as she starts to follow him.

My eyes wander to Aidan who has let out a deep sigh, both of his hands on his waist before using one to pinch the bridge of his nose. Anger is clearly shown to be radiating from him as I pass him to immediately make my way towards Tony, ''Let me help you. We have first aid kit inside,'' I assure him before trying to help him stand with Mia.

Just as we make our ways inside the house, Alain is already holding Ava as he starts to put her in the child safety seat in the car with Harley sighing deeply at his behaviour. Then, without even sparing a single glance, Alain drives them away and straight down the road, leaving me to turn, seeing Diana and Marc disappointedly gaze at Mia.

''I'll try to talk to them,'' Aidan follows his parents' towards their house's library.

Mia, Tony and I are in the kitchen, with me trying to tend his cuts by wiping away the blood coming out from his nose and even on the side of his lips. I slowly dab a clean cloth after wiping away the blood to make sure that he won't get any infection as he closes his eyes, bearing with the stinging pain.

''I'm sorry,'' Mia grabs onto Tony's hand before planting a kiss at the back of it.

Tony turns to smile at Mia, ''Don't worry about it, babe. We'll get through this, okay?'' He assures her by winking, making her run her fingers through his hair, pushing them away from his face as I dab an antiseptic on his cuts.

''Nothing's broken. You're good,'' I say, giving him an ice pack for the swelling and a forming bruise on his cheekbone.

Tony clears his throat, ''Thank you, Kenna.'' He says as both of his eyes look down at me, seeing me smile back at him; assuring him that it was nothing and it was a pleasure to help him out. ''You could've warned me though,'' He says at Mia with a light chuckle.

Mia smiles sadly, ''Aidan took it quite well and I thought that maybe Alain would've been the same but I was wrong. You're hurt because of me and I'm sorry,'' She replies as she cups onto his face, slowly, avoiding anywhere near his swelling or cuts. Then, she looks at me. ''Thanks, Kenna. I guess we do owe you,'' She adds.

''Just get some rest,'' I smile as they start to walk out of the house, straight towards his car.

Within seconds, Aidan appears in the kitchen with a deep sigh, his hair sticking out all over the place as he sits on the stool near the kitchen island, running his fingers through his hair, somehow trying to relief his stress.

Thanksgiving ended up being Anger-giving.