Summer Rain by Taylor Broadway (microsoft ebook reader txt) 📕

baby, I don't want to screw up on raising four," I was telling the straight up truth.

"Ok, I see your point," he shook his head, "if that's what you want."

"Why are we planning our future right now?"

"I don't know, I was bored this afternoon and Kayla was talking to my grandmother about her future life," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah, I see," I snuggled closer to him.

I liked the idea of him planning our future. Even though I was only 17, it was still cute. Who knew what was going to happen in the future. All I know is now I have Aiden, hopefully I'll him tomorrow and I love him. To me, that's all that matters. So corny, yet too true.

Aiden played with my hair, I felt him twisting it. He seemed a little fidgety. He did seem a little odd when he came in; being loud even when he knew how much trouble we'd both be in. Of course I probably was looking way to into it.

"Is there something wrong," I tried to give my best innocent look.

"Why the wide brown eyes babe, nothing’s wrong," he joked.

The three and a half months I've known Aiden, I've known he is a joker. He likes messing with people, being a smart ass and what not. But he didn't want to answer the last question, I could tell. His sarcasm read "I'm fine" but his face read "not really".

"Really Aiden, what's wrong?"

He didn't say anything smart this time. He stayed quiet. I sat up in the bed next to him. It was the second time today we'd been in bed together. I wish it was like earlier this afternoon. Now there was tension.

"It's my grandmother," his head dropped.

"Aiden, tell me," I laid my hand on his shoulder.

"The coughing, shortness of breath and everything else, its lung cancer," he mumbled.

"Oh my gosh, Aiden I don't know what to say," my arms immediately were around him.

Aiden cared so much for his grandmother. Making sure she doesn't have to cook or clean. He works; he takes care of his sister, all so his grandmother can be comfortable. I didn't know what to say to comfort him. He practically lived for his grandmother, and she might be taken away from him.

He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tightly. I could feel what he was feeling right then. He was sad, angry, scared, he was a mess. In the two and a half months I'd known him, I'd never seen him like that. Although two and a half months is short, I've seen him in so many different ways. But the way he was right now, I didn't know what to do.

I just held him, and he held me. He didn't make a sound. I wanted to talk, and make him feel better. But I just didn't know how. I'd never experienced this before.

"Want to stay," I asked looking at his hardened face.

"I don't want to get you in trouble," he tried to smile at me.

"Aiden, I'm a floor above everyone, I have a floor to myself with a door that has a lock," I was trying to make him laugh.

"Then why do I have to be quiet," he challenged, no hint of a smile, he seemed angry.

"Because you can hear everything," I challenged him back with a wink, "just stay babe."

I rolled on top of him, trying to spark up the playful mood he had when he first got here. I kissed his neck, then his chin. He didn't stop me but he also didn't smile. I kissed his lips and something inside him came alive.

He weaved his hands into my hair and kissed me back. His lips were desperate, he wouldn't let me breathe. I would let go for the hundredth of a second and he'd pull me back in. Not that I mind, I don't. It was probably the best kissed I'd had in my life.

After kissing for practically five minutes straight, which felt like hours, we stopped. I felt like I needed my inhaler for a few seconds. My head was spinning. One because I couldn't breathe, two because it was amazing. I just laid there after that. He stroked my back with a finger. I dozed off this time.



It was kind of chilly when I woke up. The sun was blinding it was so bright. I felt Aiden's body next to me. I didn't want to open my eyes and let another day come. I wanted last night to stay, minus the horrible news. I just wanted the kiss to keep replaying in my mind. Then I felt sick.

I shot up in bed. Grabbing my stomach, I felt like I was going to puke. Aiden rolled a little but he stayed asleep. I got out of bed; as soon as I stood up I felt the nausea wave. I ran straight out of my room and to the bathroom.

I'm pretty sure I threw up my week's meals and my guts. I just kept gagging, and puke just kept coming. Not to sound overly gross. Aiden stumbled in after my gross moment, great timing. He was confused at first, but then he was concerned.

He knelt down next to me; he flushed the toilet on his way down. I turned my head, not wanting him to smell my puke breath. He stroked my hair and pulled my face towards him. It was a sweet moment, but it would be gross if he kissed me.

He didn't kiss me though, he examined my face. He opened my eyes wider with his fingers and looked at them closely. He put his palm against my forehead and felt for a fever.

"I'm fine now," I said.

"I'm just making sure," he flipped his hand over against my cheek.

"So annoying," I rolled my eyes.

"Quit PMSing and let me help you," he took my face in his hands.

"I'm not PMSing," I was a little late on my period actually.

"All better," he kissed my nose.

"I was fine to begin with," I kissed his cheek, "but thank you."

He helped me off the floor and we walked back to my room. I went back to my bed and he sat down on the love seat by the TV. I swear he's in love with the fact that I have an entertainment center in my room. He flipped on the TV and turned to some sports channel. This scene was like a peek into the future, if what Aiden and I talked about last night would happen.

Aiden sitting on the couch watching TV, me in the room doing something I believe is productive. I could live like that. Doing nothing all day but be with Aiden, that's actually the life for me. I went over to the couch and sat next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed. This will hopefully be us in 10 years. All we need is a kid.

Ironic how when I think that we need a kid, Lilly decided to come in my room. Aiden dropped to the floor as soon as we heard the door knob. I tried to run and lock it, but Lilly was already pushing it open. She trotted over to my bed and plopped on top of it. She made herself very comfortable.

She looked at me, wide eyed. I looked back at her, trying to stall her questions. Aiden crept around from in front of the couch to the side, trying to hide. Lilly just kept staring at me.

"Mary left to go buy some Ginger Ale," Lilly swung her dangling legs back and forth.

"Why?"

"Mary thinks she heard you get sick," Lilly made a stink face.

"Oh no, I was just trying out my fake sick for when school starts," Lilly looked at me crazy after I said that, but then she nodded.

"Well you are babysitting me because momma and daddy went to work and Mary's at the grocery."

"Ok, well I'm going to clean my room," worst lie ever!

"I'll help, I'm a good picker-upper," Lilly hopped off the bed.

I didn't know what to do. I had to get Aiden out of the room, but Lilly was being difficult. I could see Aiden's shoes from behind the side of the couch. Good thing Lilly was facing me. She would have a field day and a fit if she knew Aiden was here. I don't know if she has gotten over last night yet.

"Lilly," I kind of shouted in desperation, "I need your help!"

Her eyes widened, "What is it?"

"Cereal, I need cereal," I shouted.

"Cereal," she wasn't falling for this one quite yet.

"If I have cereal, if I have cereal," I stammered, "I can call Aiden and tell him how you feel."

Her mouth turned up into a sly smile. She put her hand on her hip and strutted out of the room. As soon as I hear he'd walk down the stairs, I opened the window. Aiden hopped up quickly and ran over to the window.

I looked down at the ladder that led to the second floor balcony that if jumped off properly, you land on Lilly's trampoline. I believe the way you got up is a lot safer than the trampoline way. Just climb up the bricks to the beginning of the fire escape. Climb the fire escape to the second story balcony and then climb up the ladder. Much safer if you ask me.

"Mmm," Aiden was puckering his lips at me.

"Hush," I kissed him.

"Work," he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sick, I feel fine, just a gross moment."

"Just asking," he touched my nose, "don't want my baby to be sick."

"I'll see you at work," I kissed him again.

He climbed out the window onto the outside window sill. He climbed down the ladder to the balcony. Then, which I watched through my fingers, he jumped onto the trampoline. He bounced a few times and got off. I watched him drive off in his beat up Jeep.

I plopped down on the floor next to the window. Aiden had just been over twice in one day. In the morning, and at night, he even stayed the night. That's not normal at all! Us always being together. Teens doing that always were in some sappy teen drama show or movie. It's not normal for a guy to be sneaking into a girl's room every eight hours!

But who am I to complain. I'm the girl who has he adorable boyfriend sneak in and cuddle her at night. It just seems a little weird. Weird like what I was craving right about now. I wanted that cereal, but I wanted it dry, no milk. The thought of milk made me want to puke again.

I ran straight to the bathroom, and again puked up my insides. During my gags, I heard the bathroom door creep open. Mary's comfortable Mary Kate's squished against the tile floor and stopped right behind me.

"How ya' feeling," she asked when I was done.

"I feel fine now," I looked up at her.

She felt my forehead just like Aiden did. She looked close into my eyes, like Aiden did. She seemed to mimic Aiden's every move,