Hakura's Room

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Hakura's room is rather large with a queen sized bed. She has a desk in the corner and keeps her laptop and other electronics on the desk. Also on her desk is a charging stand for her Ipod, which is usually on when she's in her room. There is a box fan near her bed in the summer and a small heater in the winter.

Hakura tensed up. She didn't want it to go this far! She shook her head and blushed, saying she didn't want this. She felt bad, but it was too early. Her last relationship had failed because it had gone too far, too fast. She kissed his cheek, smiling sadly. She htlated to be such a downer, but she was just so afraid. She liked the feeling of his hands against her skin, but she knew all too well what this would get her into. It would end up with her crying and sobbing her eyes out while her son watched, hurting for his mother who had fallen for love more times than Hakura could herself count.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we should take this any farther. I love you, don't get me wrong. But this-" she gestured to her hiked up shirt, "is too much, too soon." she said softly, stroking his cheek. She loved him, but she had made a promise to herself that she would only be phsyically intimate with a man until he put a ring on her finger. She was determined to make as little mistakes as possible this time.

Jacques understood her words.
With an understanding look on his face, Jacques forced his eyes to the ground. He knew what he had done, and he apologized with in a respectful manor. "I understand Hakura, you're right, that did go a little fast. Pardon my mistake." he said, his french accent gave his voice a sense of a more humble tone.
He kept his eyes on the floor, he was embarrassed, but not for Hakura, but for his stupidity, his inner beast had caused his carelessness, and he cursed such carelessness. "I'm sorry." he said, and he fell silent. He locked himself into a mental solitary confinement for a moment. What had he done?
Assuming she had forgiven him, he took her hand in both of his hands, and kissed it, then pressed it to his forehead, "Mon amour. My love."

It was an awkward moment, but Jacques was used to these kinds of moments. He sat on the edge of the bed, and ran his fingers through his hair, he was frustrated slightly with his stupid instinct of being a were-beast.
He looked at the crib in the edge of the room. Had the child awoken, he sure hoped he hadn't. And if the moment before had gone any farther, the child would have a good chance of waking. And that was probably not a good thing. His eyes changed a little again, this time the eyesight was affected slightly, he could see the child, still peacefully sleeping, with a sigh of relief. "Good thing Hikaru is still sleeping. I guess."
Jacques lay back on the bed and placed his hands behind his back.

Hakura felt slightly guilty. She really didn't want to be mean, but she just wasn't ready again. She gently brushed his hand against his cheek, trying to look in his eyes. She gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. "It's all right. I-I'm just not ready for that kind of intimacy yet..." she said softly, kissing his other cheek. She took his hands and smiled gently at him. Her state of mind was slightly out of it. "Mi amor..." she said, gently pressing her forehead to his. She didn't want to lose him already.

She gently rubbed his shoulders. She too was used to these kinds of moments as well. All she could do was try to make him stress less. She too looked at her son's crib. She blinked slowly, going over to the small crib and gently kissing her son's forehead. The little boy yawned, looking up at his mother and smiling tiredly. She gently rocked him as she walked back over to the bed, laying beside Jaques and laying Hikaru on her chest. She hummed softly as she rocked the baby. The little boy looked over at Jaques with confused and sleepy eyes. The blonde boy smiled tiredly and reached out his little hand to touch Jaques's arm. His eyebrows furrowed and he let out a soft whine, indicating that he wanted to touch Jaques's hand.

Jacques smiled. He completely understood her limitations. Jacques knew what he had done wrong.
As she rubbed his shoulder, he looked back at her, "My love, I am sorry. That was my fault." he said in a firm tone. Looking at her with a caring sense, it was as if Jacques were holding a fine glass of wine, which was Hakura, and he nearly had just dropped the glass. Luckily, he had caught it.

As Hakura got Hikaru out of his crib and held Hikaru to her chest, Jacques grinned from ear to ear. He was such a cute little boy, especially in a state like this, and when the young child reached up to Jacques, He held out his hand, and pressed it gently into the palm of the child's, dwarfing the child's in comparison.
Jacques slowly reached an arm around Hakura, and held her close, he lay his cheek on top of her head, and ruffed the boy's hair a little.
Jacques felt somewhat as if he were being brought into the family.
The small family sat there for a little. "Hello, Hikaru." Jacques barely was louder than a gently whisper. He Smiled down at Hikaru. Who looked a little puzzled still at the stranger with his mother. Jacques gazed on the boy as if he was his own. Jacques never had settled down enough to have a son, nor raise anyone, maybe it was time for him to learn.
Something throbbed inside of Jacques, and he knew immediately that he had already was attempting to place a bond with the child. Hikaru was wrapping his hands around Jacques pinky. "He's got a killer grip" Jacques said with a chuckle.

Hakura watched Jaques admiring her son. She giggled, cuddling the baby closer. She noticed Hikaru's hand was so small compared to her lover's. She had to admit, the little boy was the cutest little thing. Hakura snuggled into Jaques's chest. Oh, she felt wonderful. Hikaru nuzzled his head against her breast and she blushed a little. Hikaru let out a giggle and grabbed Jaques's hand, holding onto his pinky tightly. She felt as though it was a little family again. She cooed to Hikaru, kissing his head. She loved her son very much and always showed him affection. Hikaru looked up at Hakura and Jaques with his baby blues. He giggled softly, his hand still gripping Jaques's pinky. Hakura giggled softly. Hikaru did have a grip like his father. "He's got a strong grip like his daddy." Hakura said, kissing her son's forehead. "You're such a strong little boy. Yes you are~ Yes you are~" she cooed softly, kissing his head over and over. Oh she loved her little boy so much.

Jacques gazed constantly at the two. Hikaru was being smothered with kisses by his mother, and getting all the attention he rightfully deserved. "Hikaru..." Jacques paused for a moment. Jacques almost felt like a father. Did he have the right to call him his son? No guts, no glory, he supposed. "S-Son."
He let the word roll off his tongue. It was an awkward feeling, calling his boy his son. But for as long as Jacques was around, Jacques would have to pose as a father figure for the boy. He placed his hand on the side of Hikaru's gentle face. He felt that life inside Hikaru, it was a pulsing presence. It felt like it was running up to Jacques arm and overflowing into his heart. A shaky smile came onto Jacques face. He felt as if this was a family, right here, in this moment.

The feeling may be short lived, he hadn't a clue if Hakura had liked the fact that Jacques called Hikaru his son. But his heart beat evermore to the rhythm of Hakura's and Hikaru's.
He could feel the life and love as a presence in the room they sat in. Like a beautiful melody. A chorus, actually. It filled Jacques ears, his heart, his soul. And Jacques could've sworn a tear was in his eye, but wiped his eye just to make sure.
Hakura and Hikaru were both so amazingly amazing and beautiful. He was thankful for such an amazing girlfriend.

Hikaru reached out to Jaques, telling his mother he wanted to be held by Jaques. The little boy hadn't felt such a strong connection to any man since his biological father. The boy nuzzled his cheek against Jaques's hand. Hakura watched in silence, gently handing Hikaru to Jaques. She smiled softly, as Hikaru curiously eyed Hakura's necklace and gave it a little tug. The little boy had always been fascinated by shiny objects. The necklace was gold and the pendant was a butterfly. The top wings were blue topaz and the bottom wings were peridot. It had been a gift from her grandmother. She kissed her son's head, then Jaques's cheek.

Hakura didn't mind that Jaques called Hikaru his son. She had been looking for someone to be bold enough to say something like that. She smiled, knowing her little boy had someone to look up to. She could feel the harmony between them and smiled, laying her head on Jaques's chest. It was just so nice to have a family again, no matter how long it lasted. She stroked her son's hair, humming softly to him. She noticed Jaques close to tears and kissed the corner of his eyes. [color=#1E90FF]"Hey now, don't cry. Everything's fine." she whispered softly.