Chapter Forty-Eight: Kiss Me, Kiss Me More!

Irish breaks the silence in the room, struggling to find the right words. A bit of her sauciness threatens to come out, and Irish thinks that this is the time that she might be able to express it.
"Was there another reason you brought me up here? Besides the tour?" Irish blushes lightly, but doesn't take it back. Kipp grins, and Irish notices for the first time how deliciously plump his lips are.

"Maybe I did have another reason..." Kipp murmers as he leans towards Irish, his strong arms wrapping around hers. She lets out a pleased yelp, and Kipp laughs. "Maybe I just wanted to get to know this amazing person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, or maybe I just wanted to kiss her crazy. What do you think?"

She feels so right in his embrace, her heart beating so fast like it's going to explode with one more touch, one more caress. She wants to do this, she wants to kiss him, but she just doesn't know if this is right. This is all so quick, what if she's making a mistake?

Irish pushs away softly, and Kipp gives her a confused and frustrated glance.
"Kipp, I don't know about this! Aren't we supposed to date, and eat awkward dinners together?" She gives a nervous smile, hiding the sickening feeling in her stomach. "Aren't we supposed to watch boring comedies that we fake-laugh for to hide our sweaty palms? That's what I've read, but I just don't know..." Kipp puts his finger to her lips, calming her down instantly.

"Irish, I love you. We don't need to go on dates to get to know each other, since I already know you. I know that you have the sweetest smile, and that your laugh makes me feel so happy." He takes his hand from his lips, moving it to his own chest. "Don't you feel it Rish? Don't you feel so close that it aches so much when we don't touch, aren't together? Don't you feel like you could just fuck me right now, and you wouldn't give a damn if anybody saw?" Irish nods softly, her eyes alight.

"Oh Kipp...Screw what's supposed to be, what's normal." Irish whispers softly before leaning in towards Kipp...

...And their lips meet. Cherry lip gloss against impossibly full lips, hearts thumping wildly as they connect in a way they never thought they could.

Irish just can't stop smiling, even as their lips part, and she trembles softly from the impact of it all. Love is just so powerful, something she didn't know could exist like this.

Calloway is shocked to see this random cat, clearly not a stray by it's chubbiness, just walk through the house like he owns it.
"Um, hi?" What does somebody say to a cat? The cat gives him a look, and Calloway suddenly knows what the cat's name is.
"Hi Hermione, I guess you're living here now?" Hermione gives him a look that clearly states that she thinks this is one stupid being.

"Alright, fine. That was a bit silly. But kitty, you need to be a good cat." Hermione merely gives him a deadpan look, like the last thing she's be is 'good'. "As long as you catch some of the bugs around the house and don't be a complete ass to everybody, you can live here." Hermione gives a glare, then flickers her tail and runs off. Calloway sighs, wondering why he was just talking to a dumb cat. From the other room, he hears a hiss, and he shudders. What kind of cat is this?

Calloway sees that Isadora is back from playing with Tylar. The little girl runs up to her bedroom, her face glowing in excitement. They move closer together, and he notices that Isa smelled a bit like grass and dirt. Instead of being repelled by that scent, he just smiled.
"She's going to be a great parent." He thought happily. They're both not ready yet, of course, but he was sure that they would be together forever. Create a loving family together.

Tyson is in a horrible mood. He just doesn't want to be a police officer anymore, not when he's going to be taking all the classes, doing all the grease work that he used to push onto the rookie cops. Now he's the rookie, again. He just hates that his life is changing so rapidly, and seeing one of his babies kissing so passionately just makes him sad and angry at the same time. He knows that she's been in a relationship with Calloway for a while now, but to see it in front of him just rips his heart apart. He remembers his little girls, holding them in his arms. He still has Tylar, but she's growing up so fast...

He forces on a smile, knowing that the busy couple hasn't notice his presence. Just in case they look over, Tyson doesn't want to hurt his girl. He knows she loves Calloway, it's just so hard to see it.
He's going to go upstairs, and lie on his bed and just let the tears that are threatening to fall down right now. He knows he needs to adjust, like the rest of his family has, but he just doesn't know if he has it in him.