A/N Guess I ought to throw the legal disclaimer up here for those that think I might have something that the ex-husband and the student loans already don't already own, here goes: Any similarity to anybody, who is live, dead, undead, real, fictional, imaginary, or otherwise wandering around out there in the ether is purely a coincidence. I don't know no one, don't wanna know no one, (coughLIEcoughcough) so ya'll just enjoy the story and speculate away. Only thing these folks have in common with Meyers characters is some extremely common names.
Aww, Fuck me running! There is no way in hell I can send that boy off thinking I am all pissed off at him. I just cant do it. The look in his eyes when I slammed the bedroom door in his face about broke me right then, but I knew if I didn't put the fear of something into him, we were just going to keep on until we ended up resenting each other and I wasn't going to run the risk of having a surly, resentful, man in my home, even if he was on the runty side and even if I was fully capable of putting a hurting on him, I am getting too old for that shit and I have a baby to think about as well as a daughter who doesn't need the stress. It was just easier to make him think he was in the shit and boot his ass out the door, so I thought, until I actually did it.
"Let me guess, you want him back already? I knew you have gotten attached. He's still asleep but from what I heard, he's pretty fucked up. Jeeze, did you have to not only kick the puppy, but skin it and wear its hide as a trophy?" Well, I could tell I wasn't going to be getting any slack from the Captain.
"Look, Its not that I want him back right now. We both know that he needs to go do his thing for a while, but I cant let him leave thinking I'm pissed off at him. I need to fix that. He would be even less likely to take care of himself if he's all stressed out and upset, and besides, he probably needs a few days to arrange things and I don't want to leave his tender young ass at your mercy that long."
" Now what makes you think I would do anything to him? Oh wait…never mind, you're right. We were just about to get up and go start breakfast, why don't you give us about 45 minutes and then come over. Plan on leaving the baby with us for the night and you two spend some time just uh…doing whatever it is you two do."
"You guys don't mind?" I was glad to hear that he was in agreement with me on my idea and an evening together to just talk and whatever would be good for both of us, unless of course he was pissed off and decided to just take his butt on down the road. I really had no idea which way he was going to be feeling, and by all rights, he would be justified going either way. I had pretty much ripped his damn head off with very little provocation and I had over-reacted, but then again he had put the baby in danger by drinking too damn much and leaving the side of the crib down, and I still had no freaking clue why his drawers were under the damn couch.
By the time I got over there it was going on an hour, but dealing with a child that had to explode both ends as if he was trying to sympathize with his father and his misery.
The boy did look every bit as rough as I felt and I knew I had done the right thing by deciding to fix it. It was a miracle of miracles that Spence stayed quiet and I was able to stand behind him and hear what he had to say. I don't know what my reaction would have been if he was angry and calling me all kinds of a bitch and whatever else that I felt like.
Once we handed off the baby and his, and secured a promise from Cullen and J.D. that they wouldn't stuff him too full of treats or buy him too many other toys or whatever, we headed back to the house to talk to each other like a couple of reasonable grown ups, though knowing him, he would be quite capable of making me forget my powers of speech in short order.
"I'm sorry." He came out of the gate with an apology and I figured that I had to give as good as I got, so I said, " No, I am sorry. I was way out of line with how I went off on you and it was disrespectful and rude. I should have just talked to you like the adult you are."
I don't know why he was standing there in front of me like he just got struck by lightning. His mouth hanging open and his eyes looking like he saw something so surprising that hell, his hair oughta even be sticking up a little bit, so I figured I might oughta just plan on the talking part of things being over. "You? You? You are apologizing? But you don't….!" He vapor locked at that point and just stood there looking at me with that shocked look again so I just grabbed him by the belt and started leading him down the hall.
"C'mon Sugarbritches, I got a better place for you and better things for you to be doing than standing there, though if you wanna try some of what I have planned standing, you are gonna have to get a little more ass in your pants."
This is what I was going to be missing. Good Lord the boy is talented and enthusiastic and energetic. He had actually managed to gain a few pounds since he had been living with me, and along with hitting the gym on a regular basis with me and the boys, he had filled out in his chest and shoulders, and hell, he did have a little more ass, in and out of his pants.
He had gotten more ink over the past few months, and it made him look all the more like a young rock star slumming it. I told him it was like the comic page for me if I got bored with what he was doing, at least I had something to look at. He didn't appreciate my humor, and I never got bored, to tell the truth I often had to wait until he was asleep to actually get a good look at his new stuff and honestly, there had been quite a few nights when I had come in from a call out and he was already all assed out in bed asleep, that I spent just looking at him and wondering 'What the hell?'
He was as pretty as a speckled pup in a little red wagon, talented, intelligent and financially secure six different ways to Sunday, so much so in fact, he could have probably hired some legal eagle and fought me for the kid, but he didn't. He just seemed content to let things be and be unhappy himself. Looking at him when he was asleep, I had gotten the see just how lucky I was to have such a cute little bed warmer, but also I also realized just how young he was and just how much more living he needed to get out and do, each new tattoo said that he was still fighting to keep that spirit alive in spite of the grown up boots he was trying to wear.
"Quit thinking so hard, lets just enjoy this night to ourselves with both kids out of the house. We can talk about things tomorrow after they get back, tonight lets just enjoy each other." He damn sure knew how to get my attention back on task.
His hair had grown back out from the short cut that he had gotten when he first moved in with me, and I loved tangling my hands in it. Just the feel of him was pure sin. Lean and lithe and able to move in ways that no other man I had ever been with had been capable of. I don't know it's a rock star thing or if the boy was just gifted, but oh. My. God. The rhythm he set with his hips was like some kind of song that carried you along. He was everywhere at once and doing things with his hands that had me wondering where the hell he learned that kind of stuff? Was there some kind of secret rock star school where they passed on little tricks of the trade? I stepped up my game and let the, "Over 40 and has probably forgot more than you will ever learn" side of me come forth and by the surprised squeak that was followed with a groan of pleasure, I could tell he was happy.
We spent the night and a great part of the next morning, much like we did when we first met, christening the bed, the living room floor, the bathroom and even though I knew it was going to be a bad idea, the shower. On demand hot water heaters can only do so much, and I warned him that damn floor was slick. His knee was going to look like hell for a week or two and my butt was going to have a hell of a bruise, but he was right, it was, "Worth it".
We didn't fall asleep until around nine am, exhausted, sated and trying not to think of the looming separation that was going to put both of through stresses and changes that neither of us could anticipate.
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