Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Forty minutes later

"Thank you so much for coming." Bethany runs and hugs me like a close friend would, even though we barely know each other as I step into the house.

"I need your help."

"I know, you told me that over the phone." I remind her and when her eyes sadden, I ask. "What's wrong?"

"Yes, please help me ask her what's wrong with her because I am not a magician that reads mind." I hear the angry voice alongside the footsteps coming downstairs and I look behind her to see Keenan looking anything but angry.

Bethany turns to him, with a glare. "Magicians don't read mind idiot!"

He shrugs carelessly, "That's your problem."

"It's about John, okay?

"The dick head John or another?"

"John, my husband."

"Oh, you mean dick head." He beams at her.

Bethany grits her teeth and her cheeks are now deep red from anger. "Can you just call him John for peace sake?"

He shrugs with a smug affectionless face. "We've never had peace, Bethany, I don't know what you see in that bag of bullshit!"

I won't say this twice, but he is right!!

"Enough, okay? Ho chiuso con idiota!" She says in a bitter tone.

"Yea? I'm the idiot? At least I tell you the truth! Something John hasn't come across yet!" He slams back and pain flicker in Bethany eyes and a sob escapes her mouth.

"You're right, I married a moron, it's on me! Just let me bear it alone, don't add more to it."

Keenan's eyes saddened at the sight of his tortured and hurt sister. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you suffering in John's hand, he's not worth it."

She nods but shakes her head immediately. "I love him and my kids need their father."

Keenan sighs shaking his head. "Sometimes love's not worth it."

I turn to him with a questioning look, but he meets mine with his cold gaze, challenging me to contradict his word, and I turn to the weeping Bethany and touching her by the shoulders, I say. "Love's always worth it, people aren't. You and can still have their father even though he isn't in their life. "

Bethany takes me aside as Keenan goes into the living room. "John wants more babies." She whispers lowly.

"What the hell?!" Keenan who is now in the living room watching TV exclaims aloud and begins to walk over to us. "Why did you have to call Taylor for that?"

She rolls her eyes typically. "Because I already know what your advice would be."

"Which is?"

"To have him castrated." She replies.

Keenan pauses as though giving her words a brief thought. "Isn't that the best advice you've ever heard, Taylor? I mean he already has enough home and abroad so it won't hurt if anyone decides to have his dick because it has been of enough service to humanity., yes?"

I'm about to say yes because as much as I do not like Keenan, I would pick him over John any day.

"What do you need me to do then?"

"I need pills to help me not get pregnant....yet"

I frown, a bit disconnected as to how I come in. "Go to the clinic where such pills are sold, most women store do," I state with the most obvious answer.

"I can't, John eyes are everywhere, I don't want him thinking that I don't want to have another baby just yet. I need you to help me out here."

"So you want me to go get it for you?"

Keenan makes a frustrating groan, "Isn't it obvious?"

I fire Keenan a murderous glare and he looks away. "Yes. You and Keenan."

"What?! We exclaim in unison and clear horror.

"Why him?!"

"Why her?!!"

I glare at him who is frowning at his elder sister for bringing such a ridiculous idea up and his face is more squeeze up like someone drinking lime. He then looks at me and his eyes soften instantly. "No offence."

"Already taken," I say with an irritable snort.

"Calm down," Bethany says quietly and without any bit of anxiety. She points to me, "You're going because you're going to understand the doctors prescription and directions better and then you're gonna he'd to the clinic to get the pills he'll write out for you. And he's going because he'll need to pay for the things you'll buy."

"I can do it all by myself," I say protesting aloud.

"You'll need his credit card."

"I'm not giving you my credit card." He says with a snare which is with as much dislike as I'm sending him.

"I don't need it." I throw back at him.

"You guys are not helping matters. Just do this together for me?".

"Did he tell you that I'm not his girlfriend?" I ask because this together for me is not my thing.

"Yes he did, like two days ago, just please."

Ten minutes later

I glance at the few list Bethany's doctor had prescribed down for me to get as I walk around the variety of things in the clinic which are made for women of every age, need and preferences and comfort. Keenan and I had promised to get her what she wants in peace, but the last ten minute has been anything but peace. It was a war on our way here because Keenan was ready to make me as uncomfortable as hell. I ran out of the car immediately it came to a stop, wanting to be as far away from Keenan as possible. And since he already knew my plan, he decided to stick to me all the way through.

"Can you please move?! I'm trying to work here!" I snap irritably clenching my fist as well as my teeth.

He scoffs with a defiling raise of his nose. "Well, so am I."

I sigh heavily, trying to ease myself of the boiling fury within me. "Fine." I turn to the items which are on the display and begin to scam through those that are not yet in my small basket.

I thought I was only going to be helping, I didn't know I was going to be a wanna-be mama.

I feel two pair of strong and incredible soft arms wrap around my waist and the tension of anger which has been in me for almost ten minutes disappears and a new feeling of want sets in. I melt into the arms even as they pull me to the body they belong to and my eyes begin to flutter. I wish I could always be like this free and not having to put my walls up all the time. The arms loosen around me and they move down to my hips and beyond.

"Babe?" Comes the hoarse thick voice of Keenan, pulling me out of my subconscious state into reality and my eyes open to see that Keenan is holding my hips with his left hand just a little below my breast.

I gasp in pure horror not just at the thought of what Keenan's hands were doing on me, but at what I must have done while I subconsciously thought he was Rory. I withdraw my hand from his neck and tried pulling away, but his arms tighten around me. "Can't wait until we get to bed babe, the things I plan on doing to you! Heaven bears witness, you might not be able to walk in the morning."

What the hell are you spilling out of your big mouth moron?! I am about to say when I see John approaching us.

"Act along for heaven sake! He knows Bethany's with me. If he suspects that we are here for her, all our effort of putting up with each other would be in vain." He brings his mouth close to my ear as if about to trail small kisses there, and his hot breath hit against the sensitive skin there sending shivers down south as he speaks. "So for goodness sake, stop looking like I'm about to screw you, your mom, your dog and your grandma at the same time!"

I'm gonna say it. I feel really, really disgusted as a matter of fact by what he just said, but I swallow it down because I just want to get Bethany the things she asked for.

"You could have at least warned me before throwing your hands all over me," I mutter under my breath.

His mouth lower to my neck and places a soft tender kiss there. I bite my lips trying to endure what is happening without giving off the wrong information. "Oh, hun, don't flatter yourself. I don't want to do this either, my love and attention I'd rather give to someone that values it."

John finally walks to our corner with a sheepishly stupid grin, maybe he thinks we are friends. "I see you guys can't get enough of each other."

Keenan pulls away to sarcastically reply. "You see right, brother, and that's the first time."

John acts like he didn't hear him and continue talking. "I was that way with Bethany when we first got married, but then again." He chuckles awkwardly in a dry manner. "I'm a man, my needs are more than hers."

What does the moron even mean by I'm a man, my needs are more than hers. I want to slap him silly. Shame on him for having excuse and reasons for his cheating habits.

With a not so friendly wide grin Keenan answer. "Well, I heard a very different version of your story... More like saw." His hands let go of my waist to trail a small circle around my belly button which is covered with clothes. I still get the tingle sensation though and I wish for Rory now more than ever. "Oh..." He stretches his hand to John for a shake. "I'm Keenan your brother-in-law just in case you've forgotten."

When John's about to take his hand, Keenan withdraws it and wraps it around my midsection and John takes his' back awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"

"Like you said, we can't get enough of each other and more than anything we'll like to have kids after marriage, so we are going to need protection for that."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, looking at him, "it's a woman only clinic store after all."

He bizarrely scratches his blonde hair. "Just looking for someone."

Let me guess, Bethany?

"Well good luck on your search."

"You too; on getting what you want." He replies absentmindedly, walking out of the clinic.

Keenan let's go off me and I can finally breathe down. I look back and the cashier is giving us a weird eye but nods understandingly. What the heck is she understanding?

"You okay?" Keenan reaches out to touch my face, but I jump back, not wanting his hands anywhere near me anymore. Maybe because I am scared I might lean in and want more.

"I wasn't going to touch you, I was just trying to move a hair from your face."

"Thank you so very much, but I don't need your hand anywhere close to me again."

"You're scared what your reaction may be if you ever were to be close to me again, you're scared that you might like it," he smirks mischievously and runs his hand through his hair. "You accuse me of so many things, but you...." he cuts himself off and I see his eyes radiating in light of knowledge. "You do have feelings for me."

"I do not."

"You do and that's why you keep pushing me away and making me feel like the bad guy. It's because you can't help feeling for me." He replies, walking into my personal space and I back away from fright.

"I don't, Keenan!" I snap, still moving back.

My back hits the wall and I put my hands out for a shield, the last thing I want right now is Keenan reading onto what does not exist. He catches my hand and looks curiously down at it. "You're engaged?"

My eyes narrow down at my finger which is presently trapped in his and I nod vigorously. "Last night."

Sadness flicks in his eyes, but he stills manage to flash me a genuine smile and he let it go. "Rory's the lucky man then, I hope he'll be everything you ever want."

My heart clench hardly, but I do not dare say anything. The rest of the shopping and way back we spent on silence, only talking when we need to like "I'll hold it." "Thank you." "Okay" "You first." but when we arrive at Keenan house, and I'm about to get down, he grabs hold of my hand. I look up at him in surprise, but I brush it away quickly so he won't read too much into it. His thumb brushes faint caresses on my hand as he stares down at my hand.

We stay that way for a minute and I begin to feel uncomfortable. "My hand now, Keenan, let go."

He jerks back out of his trance and he looks at me as he regains himself. "I'm sorry about earlier, and I'm sure you're already tired of me always apologising and never changing..."

I place my hand on his in comfort and begin to speak. "I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you, it's been wrong, I was wrong. I want us to work out an understanding. I'm marrying your best friend I'm two weeks, I can't make you an enemy, I don't want to."

"Me neither. Come here." He ushers, and I hug him, inhaling his rich masculine smell, and also buttermint.

"You like peppermint," I comment and he grins while pulling away.

"My favourite gum." He dips his hand into his jean pocket and pulls out one and hand it to me.

I suppress my smile and collect it from him. "Hmm, thank you."

"You're welcome."

I open the door to get out, but when he starts to speak I pause.

"I wish you all the best in life and the future you're gonna have with Rory." His words are deep and sincere. He smiles, but I know that deep down he's not happy for the future I'm going to be having with Rory, but at least he has to guts to even wish it well. "But if something ever goes wrong, if he hurts you or leave you, or even treat you wrongfully or less than you ever deserve, know that I'll be here for you. Always and forever."

I nod, "Thanks, but I don't think Rory would be anything but the best to me Keenan, but still, thanks."