Alana was adamant about calling her mother again. Laurent suggested that they drive all the way to Georgia because it would be quicker than waiting for them to come get them. Alana agreed with the idea of it but she didn't want to come face to face with her sister again. Their last argument was the worst one they've ever had, and it got physical. Alana loved her sister and she always would, but she didn't want to be anywhere near her. Natasha still had yet to apologize to her.

"You okay?" Laurent asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. He had just finished showering, and he was dressed in a pair of black basket ball shorts and a black t-shirt. His twists were still wet as he tried to dry them, and as much as Alana wanted to go over to him and lick the droplets of water off of him, she couldn't even bring herself to smile.

"No," she said quietly, running her fingers along the hair of Mitsy's back. Mitsy was sleeping soundly, enjoying the feeling of Alana's short nails rubbing her back soothingly. Laurent frowned and he walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. The bed dipped down and Alana sighed as he rubbed her arm, giving her a gentle smile.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked. Alana could see a change in his behavior since he had the nightmare. He was more gentle with her, and he seemed to be a little bit paranoid whenever he heard the slightest sound outside of the door. He felt that it was his job to protect her, and to prove to her that nothing or no one would hurt her or come between them. It made Alana's heart flutter at the thought, but she was still filled with anxiousness.

"I have to call my mom soon," she muttered. "But I don't want to. If we go down there, I'll see my sister sooner than I want to, and you know how bad our last fight was."

Laurent nodded and he folded the towel slowly, humming a little bit. "Do you think she is okay with you go down there?"

"I don't even know," Alana shrugged. "But I don't care. We can't stay here forever. Also, I don't want to go through the pregnancy in a place where we both could possibly be wanted."

Laurent didn't respond that time, and he kept his eyes glued to his fingers in his lap. He began to think about everything he'd done in the past, and in the months before he met Alana. He was different back then; he was such a bad person, and he has a lot of blood in his hands. He was responsible for mother's losing their sons, wives losing their husbands, and daughters losing their brothers. He didn't even bat an eye when he did it either. He looked them right in the eyes as their lives were taken away from them, and he slept like a baby afterwards. His barely had any nightmares about the people he hurt, but now it's haunting him while he's awake. Every single time he looks at Alana, the only thing he can see is someone he loves and cares for dearly, but he was scared. That's something he hasn't felt in a while. He was scared of himself, though. He was scared of what he could do to Alana if he did change. She was so kind to him the first time they met, and she was determined. She was determined to see the good in him, and she did.

He hated it. He hated it because now he couldn't even show off the girl he loved without police recognizing him or people reporting him. He couldn't even step out in public. He was so known, that people could tell who he was by the hair on his head. All he wanted to do now was just enjoy what he had with his girl, and bask in the happiness of the life forming inside of her.

"Laurent?" Alana called quietly. Laurent blinked rapidly as he snapped out of his thoughts. He hummed in response and he waited for her to speak.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"It's my fault, baby," he said. He placed the towel next to him on the bed and he leaned forward, placing his face in his hands. "All this is my fault. We here because of things I do for years, and it's affecting you bad. You pregnant now, and I can not even go and buy stuff for you."

"Laurent," Alana sighed. She picked up Mitsy gentle and she sat her on the bed, scooting over to him. "None of this is your fault. Neither of us knew that meeting each other would lead to this."

"Do not make excuse, okay?" He said, his eyes burning. "Yes, we did not know, but that does not mean I was not a bad person. Baby, I did not realize how much people I hurt until now. How much lives I take. How much families I messed up. I hurt a lot of people even when I did not touch them. Now some kids do not have father, or brother, or mother because of me. Now I am here with you, and I'm scared that I will do the same to you. I'm scared that I will mess up this family."

"Don't say that -"

"Why not? Alana, you have a better family than I had. They don't like your decisions, and that's why you fight, but they love you. I never feel that. I never feel love from my mom or father, or my brother. That is why I start to hurt people, because I want them to feel how I feel, but they do nothing to me. They will look at me the wrong way and I will want to hurt them. I don't want to hurt this family, baby."

"Do you want to?" Alana asked, wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes. "Do you want to hurt us?"

"No," Laurent replied, shaking his head quickly.

"Then don't, baby. I'm not here to judge you based on your past. I'm not saying it was right, because God knows that it wasn't, but you can make right. You can change your ways like you have, but there's one major thing you can do to try and make up for everything."

"What is it?" He asked.

"You take care of a life that doesn't know you yet."

Laurent looked at her in confusion and she grabbed his hand, opening it gently. She placed his hand on her growing stomach, and Laurent could already feel himself wanting to break down.

"Look at me," she said softly. Laurent moved his eyes from her stomach to her eyes and she smiled at him, only causing him to cry harder.

"You took lives that didn't know who you were," she said carefully. "And you made one that doesn't know who you are. All you need to do is take care of it; our baby. Help it know you, but the good side of you. The one that cares and loves it already."

Laurent nodded slowly and he ran a hand over his face. "Alana, I love you so much."

Alana smiled and she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him in a tight hug. Laurent hugged her back and he sucked in a breath as he tried to stop more tears from falling. Alana could feel the water from his shower drying on his shirt as she hugged him, but she didn't mind it.

"You the best thing to ever happen to me," he said.

"I feel the same way Laurent," she replied. She kissed his shoulder softly and she pulled away from him, kissing his forehead.

"No you don't get it," he said. "You make my heart hurt, but in a good way. Like, it is so big."

Alana snickered a little and she cleared her throat, stroking his cheek softly. "How big is it, Laurent?"

"Really big," he said. His eyes were shut as he raised his eyebrows and Alana bit her lip to hold back the laugh that threatened to escape.

"It is?"

"Yes," he said. "I don't even know how it can fit in me."

Alana laughed and Laurent's eyes shot open, a frown taking over his features. "What? Why you laughing?"

Alana shook her head and she continued to laugh, causing Laurent to stare at her in confusion.

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "But when you said it was big, I was thinking about a penis."

Laurent rolled his eyes and he let her go, standing up from the bed. "You serious, Alana? I pour my heart to you and you think about penis?"

Alana began to laugh harder and she fell over on the bed, holding her stomach. Laurent sighed and he crossed his arms, standing in the middle of the floor with a disapproving look on his face.

"Oh shit," she laughed, sitting up slowly. "I'm sorry baby. Come here, please?"

"Why? So you can continue to laugh about penis? Because it's not funny."

"No, baby. I'm sorry," Alana stood up and she walked over to him, pressing her hands against his chest as she neared him. Although Laurent was upset that she was laughing at something so stupid, he couldn't even deny how beautiful she looked when she laughed. Her face was a pinkish color now, the redness from her laughing fading away slowly.

"You so stupid," he muttered, kissing her softly.

"You can't even lie, it was funny," she grinned. " "I don't even know how it can fit in me." Oh God."

"Shut up," he muttered, dropping his arms.

"I mean I didn't know you could take dick, Laurent," she chuckled. "Does it hurt?"

"You would know," he said, walking away from her. Alana's mouth fell open in shock and it was Laurent's turn to laugh.

"Excuse me?" She asked, folding her arms.

"I said you would know," he grinned. "Does it hurts?"

Alana narrowed her eyes at him and she cleared her throat. "I take it very well, so no it doesn't hurt."

"Really, baby?" He asked. He ran a hand over his face and he sat on the bed, placing his hands on the duvet behind him. " "Oh my God", "Slow down", "I can't take it". That don't sound like you take it well."

Alana rolled her eyes in annoyance, watching as a smug expression covered his features.

"We can test that theory," she shrugged. Laurent looked up at her as she walked over to him, his eyes watching her legs carry her over to him slowly. "Can't we?"

"No," he said. "You laugh at me when I say my heart is big. You don't deserve it."

Alana pouted and she stood between his legs, squatting down skillfully until she was on her knees.

"Please?"

Laurent watched her vehemently, his eyes landing on her hands that began to slide up his thighs. Her small fingers ran over his crotch slowly and tauntingly, feeling his flaccid dick under his shorts. She palmed him softly, her other hand reaching up and grabbing the hem of his shorts. Before she could pull them down, he grabbed her small wrist, a short gasp leaving her lips.

"No hands," he whispered, kissing her fingers. "Just your mouth."

She nodded and she continued to pull the shorts down his legs, pulling them off of his feet. She did the same with his boxers and she pulled them down, her eyes landing on his stiffening dick. She licked her lips as she pulled his boxers off of his feet. Obeying his wishes, she stuck her tongue out, pressing it against the shaft of his dick. She ran her tongue up and down the thick meat slowly, causing Laurent to hiss. He could feel himself hardening more and he looked down at her, watching her small tongue lick him up and down like he was a lollipop. Once he got hard enough for her, she wrapped her lips around him, making sure that took as much as she could into her mouth.

"Shit," Laurent moaned. He lifted his hand and he placed it on her head, gathering up her hair in his hands. Alana looked up at him, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on him. "Good girl."

Alana could feel her pussy start to ache as those words left his lips and she moaned onto him, sending vibrations throughout the lower half of his body. She reached under her and she began to massage her clit, stimulating herself as she sucked him harder. Laurent pressed her head down on him, catching her off guard. He pressed her head down until his dick hit the back of her throat and he kept her there. Alana gagged onto him a few times but he didn't budge, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as she swallowed him.

Finally, he lifted her head off of him. She sucked in a few breaths before she put him in her mouth again, sucking him fast. His dick was lubricated in her spit now and she took him out of her mouth, sucking on his balls. His dick stayed where it was as she sucked on his balls, and he swore in his native language as she did.

"Suck it again," he said.

Alana obeyed and she put him in her mouth again, sucking him. She hollowed out her cheeks and she bobbed her head faster, and Laurent threw his head back, groaning as she deep throated him. It had been a while since she went down on him like that, and he forgot how good it felt to have her plump lips wrapped around him. He wanted more of her though.

"Get up, baby," he said. Alana sucked him a little more before popping him out of her mouth and standing to her feet.

"Get on the bed," he ordered. "Strip, and get on you stomach.

Alana did as told and she climbed on the bed slowly, running a hand through her hair. Laurent stood up and he watched her as she removed the crop top she had on, tossing it to the floor. Her breasts were on full display now and Laurent licked his lips, waiting for her to remove her shorts. She did shortly after and she pulled her panties down along with them. She threw them to the floor and she laid flat on her stomach, opening her legs a little. Laurent's smirked at the view of her glistening pussy and he climbed on the bed, removing his tank top. He crawled on top of her and he grabbed her hips, raising them and bending her knees for her. Her chest was still flat against the bed and she felt her pussy throb as she waited for him.

"Put it in," she whined, looking back at him.

He looked at her and he smirked, pressing his tip against her awaiting entrance. She jumped and he chuckled, rubbing her back a little.

"You scared baby?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No," she replied. "Just put it in."

"Say please."

"Please?"

"Good girl," he said, pushing himself inside of her. They both let out satisfied sounds simultaneously, their bodies tensing up. Laurent placed his hands on her hips as he pulled out of her slowly. He could see her juices cover his dick and he groaned before driving his dick back into her, a loud moan leaving her lips.

"Oh fuck," she moaned as he fucked her, his tip hitting her spot over, and over again. It was times like these when she forgot how big he actually was, but it would be too late to realize it. He had already began to assault her pussy with brutal thrusts, making sure that he didn't miss a beat. Her pussy clenched around him and he moaned, or growled more like, raising his hand and slapping her ass hard.

"Oh God, Laurent," she whimpered, fisting the sheets as her eyes rolled to the back of her. The moment was cut short when her phone began to ring, and they both froze, staring at the vibrating object. Laurent grinned deviously as he flipped her over, her eyes wide in shock.

"Laurent -"

"Answer it."

Alana frowned but she grabbed the phone, pressing the green button. She put the phone to her ear and she looked up at him cautiously.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hello, Alana," her mother said cheerily into the phone.

"Hi mom," Alana replied, holding up her hand as if to say don't move. Laurent smirked and he began to thrust again, earning a slap on his arm from Alana. A gasp left her lips as he pounded into her, going faster than he was before. Alana squeezed her eyes shut as she kept the phone pressed to ear, looking up at Laurent pleadingly.

"Are you doing okay, sweetie?" Her mother asked just as Laurent hit her spot, her back arching off the bed right after.

"Y-Yes, I'm doing fine," Alana replied, pulling the phone away as she whimpered. "How about you?" She asked, bringing it back up to her ear.

"I'm doing alright. I was calling to tell you I'll be coming down there tomorrow to get you. Is that okay?"

"N-No," Alana stammered. Laurent pressed his hand on her chest and he pressed her body against the bed, his hips relentless as he drove his dick into her mercilessly.

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing," Alana replied. "I'll d-drive down there tomorrow."

"Alright then. Are you sure you're okay? You sound like you were running."

"I'm fine mom," Alana said. Alana felt her orgasm approaching quickly and she tapped Laurent, trying to tell him to stop. He shook his head and he threw his head back, feeling his own high approaching him.

"Okay. You'll be here in a day or two, right?"

"Yeah," Alana said. She gasped and she bit her lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head once more. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

That sentence was meant for Laurent and he knew it, not holding back as he continued to fuck her.

"Alright, jeez. I'll see you then."

Alana took no time to hang up and right after she did, she let out the loudest moan as she came, her legs shaking wildly. Laurent thrusted two or three more times before he came inside of her, emptying what he had in him and filling her up with it.

The both stayed like that as they caught their breaths, a lazy smile forming on Laurent's face.

"I guess you can take it, chéri," he grinned.

"I hate you," she chuckled, shutting her eyes. "So much."

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hola. I hope you like dis chapter. i made it extra long ;). also, i put a picture of the mom in the CAST part, just in case y'all wanted to know what she looks like. I hope you enjoyed this chapter x Rose ❤