The Wedding Pact 4
Sorry this is a little on the short side, but I need to keep the next section together. Hope you enjoy! Reblog and comment please. Let me know what you think!
Summary: He made a promise, she didn’t expect him to keep it.
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“Baby wait,” Chadwick’s voice echoed down the hall. “May, why would you do that?” Your father’s eyes clouded. “Because I will not condone this marriage! It is obviously a cover up for something. Those two never showed any interest in each other, now they wanna get married? Is it so hard to believe that she’s pregnant?” Your mother fired back.
“Is it so hard to believe that someone would want our daughter if she’s not pregnant!”
“Nobody wanted me!”
“Damnit May! This isn’t about you!”
“Baby let me in,” sun filtered in slants into the back hallway. Empty rooms lined the halls. The empty rooms staring Chadwick in the face. His hand ran over his face. The faint click of the door calmed the actor. “Baby, his hands pressed the withered wood open. His eyes zeroing in on your form. “Hey,” he shut the door behind himself.
“Hi..”
“Why don’t you come tell big daddy what’s wrong?”Chadwick balanced himself on the edge of the tub. “Shut up,” You sniffled.
“Come on. Tell me what’s wrong babygirl.”
“ I knew she would be upset, but after your parents, I started to hope she would take it as well as they did.” You sighed, allowing him to wrap your hands in his. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t know why the took it that well,” his thumbs ran circles on the backs of your hands. “But they still took it well. I’m just tired of every major milestone coming with a lecture.”
“She’s just trying to protect you baby,” he soothed, running his hands over your shoulders. “From what!” You threw his hands off of you. “You’re a good man. I’ve lived my whole life for her, now I try to do one thing and she won’t condone it.”
“Well I guess you need to ask what is more important, your happiness. Or your mother’s expectations.”
“May, He is a good man!” Your father argued. “So was James,” she glared. “Stop covering for him May! He left you.”
“I do not want to have this conversation here!” Your mom hissed.
“We have waited too long to have this conversation May!”
“And I will not have it in someone else’s home!”
“We are not running may! Ever since James left you have been running!”
“How dare you!”
“What is wrong with you May! What are you so afraid of!”
“I will not have Chadwick leaving my daughter!”
Chadwick’s mother shot up, “now with all due respect May, you will not tear down my son in our own home! We raised Chadwick better than that. Just as you raised your daughter!”
“I think you should take her home,” Chadwick’s father advised yours. “Your babygirl doesn’t need to hear this conversation.”
Your father nodded in response, “let’s go May.” He turned back to the elder Mr. Boseman. “Tell my babygirl I’ll be back. I’ll leave her stuff here.” The other man nodded. “Well take care of her.”
“I’ve always wanted everyone’s approval,” you began.
“If you do that, then you sacrifice part of your own happiness.” Chadwick fingers traced the side of your face. “I know,” you mumbled.
“But trying does not make you a bad person. If your mother’s approval is a deal breaker then we can end the engagement,” the actor sighed. You quickly jumped off of your seat on the toilet and straddled his lap. “Hey, no,” you reassured him. “I want to be with you. My mom can’t change that.” You grinned, pulling his face gently between your hands. “No one can change that. ” You gently pushed his eyes up to yours.
He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. His forehead came to rest against yours. Your head tilted slightly before your lips met. This kiss just as magical as the first. Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Fingers tangled in his coils, he pulled you closer. His hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down, grinding into you. His tongue tracing the seam of your lips. With a sigh, you granted him access to your mouth. Your hips grinding onto his.
The opening of the bathroom door startled you both apart. “Y’all young kids really don’t care where you are do you?” Chadwick’s father grinned down at you. You buried your face in Chadwick’s neck, his hands slowly venturing from under the back of your shirt. His laugh tracing the edge of your ear. “Thanks for knocking pop.” His hands running circles on your back. “No problem. Now. As much as I would love to let you “love birds” finish what you started, this old man needs to use the restroom.”
“Understood Mr. Boseman.” You smiled, Chadwick helping you off of his lap. You walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. The creaking of the wooden floor the only sound as you ventured down the hall.
“You know I always hated this hallway when I was little.” the actor admitted. “Why?” your laugh drifted down the hall fingers tumbling with Chadwick’s. “It’s so long, in the winter there’s no light in this hall. The trees used to cast shadows and I always thought they were big hands reaching out to grab me.” Chadwick pulled your hand into his. His thumb tracing circles all along your knuckles. “So the great Chadwick Boseman is afraid of stuff that goes bump in the night.” You teased, stopping and pulling him into you. Your fingers toyed with the buttons on the front of his shirt. He reached a hand out to caress your face. His fingers lightly tracing the the outline of your face. His full lips leaned into your ear, his breath brushing the side of your neck. “Shhhh. It’s our little secret.”
His breath traced the edges of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, giggles tumbling out of your mouth. You bit your lip, nodding your head in agreement. “Ok,” his laugh filled the back hall as you tucked yourself back into his side.
“Ok.” you laughed, both of you heading back to the front living room of the house.
The white wooden arches of the house’s living room welcomed you as you rounded the corner. Tucked under Chadwick’s arm you floated into the living room. “If it isn’t the couple of the hour.” Chadwick’s mom smiled from the kitchen. The wooden floor creaked softly under your feet as you padded into the kitchen with Chadwick. He pulled himself away to help his mother grab a pot.
You smiled softly at the scene before glancing out the window. Your finger gently nudged the curtains apart, noting the absence of your parents car. Chadwick’s hand on your waist shocked you. “Hey, you ok?” He frowned. “Yeah, Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to clear the fog.
“Mrs. Boseman, do you know where my parents went?” You turned back to the window, Chadwick’s hand covered yours glancing out as well. Her hand stilled over the stove, one immediately reaching for the kitchen towel stowed on the handle. “Well,” her dry hands began running through the towel incessantly. “Your father said he’d be back soon,” his mom offered.
You nodded in reply, fighting back the tears.“ Well, do you need any help in the kitchen?” You squeezed Chadwick’s hand in reassurance. “No baby I’m good, but you all should get started on wedding planning. While you’re away from prying eyes. It’d be a good way for you both to bond.”
“Well. Honestly I don’t even know where to start.” You admitted, settling into a chair at the kitchen table. “Google it,” his mom offered.”I mean y’all google everything else.
“She’s gotta a point,” Chadwick teased. “She’s got a point,” you mocked, settling down into the kitchen chair. “Shut up big head,” he smiled back.
“I love you,” he smiled. “Love you too,” you smiled back goofily. “Wedding planning. Remember?” His mother reminded. “Right.” You turned away from his gaze.
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