A Life Debt Repaid

“I’m swelling from my pregnancy,” Quinn explained. “It’s not your fault.”
Sam was left staring at her for a while before asking, “So, what should I do?”
‘Til put it on when I slim down.”
“Oh.” Sam was a little disappointed, since he had always dreamed of having her put on the ring he had custom made.
But this was fine-they had all the time they needed, and the most important thing for him is that Quinn was marrying him!
He rose to his feet just then, and everyone was cheering as soon as he did.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Quinn blushed right then, and Sam could see that she was embarrassed.
He did not want to make things awkward for her, even if he was quite eager at the moment.
Heaven knows how much he missed that night’s drunken fumble they had. In fact, during the times he remembered it in dreams,
he had to wash his pants when he woke up.
Still, just as he took Quinn’s hand and started to leave, he felt a softness on his lips-Quinn was kissing him!
Sam’s heart pounded thunderously, and he stared at Quinn in disbelief.
She actually kissed him... and in front of so many people?!
While he was left bewildered, Bob could not resist teasing him. “Cat got your tongue?!”
Sam inhaled deeply, deciding not to get petty-no one should get petty with single men.
“Ignore him,” he told Quinn. “Let’s go... Mmmph?!”
He was left gaping again-this time, it was no brief peck on the lips, as Quinn was letting the kiss linger.
She was even pressing her unruly tongue past his lips!
Sam stiffened, his heart racing-she was killing him!

He really could not control himself just then.
Gathering her in his arms, he seized the initiative as he kissed her harder, holding the back of her head.
She was so small in contrast to him, even if she was pregnant.
There was a pop and rose petals rained from the air, building a romantic vibe to accentuate their bliss.
As both of them continued the kiss for a long while as if glued together, Bob could not help chuckling. “Well, that’s how it goes
when a man breaks his fast.”
“You’re still single. You don’t get to mock Sam,” Zoe snapped.
She was ever the heartbreaker-Bob would really have died from a stroke if he was even slightly narrow-minded.
Still, Zoe sighed a little exasperatedly just then. “How long are they going to keep kissing? Are we supposed to start the
luncheon at all?”
“Oh!” Cordy suddenly gasped.
Zoe turned. “You’ve had enough too, huh?”
“N-No...” Cordy was clutching her belly. “I think the baby’s coming.”