The next morning Junior woke up and smiled at the sight before his eyes. He saw Kris, fast asleep, with a small smile plastered on her face. He wondered if she was dreaming about him like he'd dreamed about her last night. He blinked his eyes a few times, taking in the entire room. After he'd adjusted, he realized that there was a shadow on the wall, coming from something on the other side of the room. Trying not to disturb Kris out of her slumber, Junior flipped over slowly, looking at a sleeping Tim in a chair. He smiled at the boy, and realized he looked a lot like his mom.
He too smiled in his sleep. He would even raise his eyebrows like Kris did so often. He laid his head on his arm and stared at his new-found son, hypnotized at the fact that he and Kris had created something so amazing.
He wanted to ask Kris if she had pictures. He had to see what the boy had been like when he was smaller, when he was a baby. He had to know, he needed stories, explanations. Most of all, he needed a time machine. But he knew that was unrealistic, so pictures and recollections would have to do.
He heard Kris stir a little bit and after a few minutes he could feel her eyes, watching him like a hawk. He slipped out of his Tim-induced daze and turned over again to face Kris. She smiled a big smile at him and he returned it, sweetly touching his lips to hers. She ducked her head for a moment before pressing her lips to his chest. He looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows with a playful glint in his eyes, and she just smiled at him.
They both shot right up when they heard their son talking in his sleep, thinking he had woken up. He mumbled something about the umpire being a jerk and was quiet again. They both flopped back down, uttering hushed laughter as Junior pulled the comforter over both of their heads. He shook his eyebrows at Kris when they were under there, and she rolled her eyes in response.
"So, we've had an interesting 24 hours," Kris whispered to him. She watched as he stared through the opaque covers for a moment. He seemed to be thinking pretty hard about what she had just said, she didn't know why though.
"Yeah," he answered softly, his eyes relaxing a little bit. He smirked briefly, but tried to hide it so Kris didn't see. No such luck. He felt a soft blow to his arm when she playfully hit him.
"Juniooorr," she whispered. "You know that wasn't what I meant." He nodded, his lips still up-turned, and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. He gently squeezed her body to his, inhaling as he did so.
"What are we gonna do today?" Junior asked her. He picked up her hand and started to play with her fingers, memorizing the new softness to them. As much as he enjoyed it, he almost missed the calluses she used to get working on the farm. He laced entwined her fingers with his and lay them upon his chest.
"Well, I was thinking we could spend the day at the park. Its Saturday, and Tim has a by on his baseball game. It'll give us all some time to catch up, and for you and your son to get to know each other better," Kris said.
"I'd like that," he said, smiling broadly. Kris found his smile contagious and her small one widened. She pecked him on the lips and he leaned right back in and kissed her too, this one lasting longer. She smiled as his tongue tried to fight its way into her mouth. She was not unaware of the fact that their son was in the room, and she wasn't getting into this right now.
They pulled away with their foreheads touching, and Junior ran his hand up and down her arm lovingly.
"Have I told you I love you?" He asked her in a quiet tone.
"I think I heard that somewhere before," She replied, her lips curling into a small smirk.
Tim looked at the lump over on the bed. He wondered if his parents were doing what he thought they were doing. He saw no movement, so he wasn't really sure. He quietly got up and walked over to the bed, examining them more closely.
Kris and Junior could tell Tim was there. However, they didn't let on. Junior mouthed to Kris, He's here, and she nodded as subtly as she could, so the boy wouldn't see. Kris mouthed, One, two, three, as Junior, in one swift motion, grabbed the covers and pulled them up quickly. Just as fast, he grabbed his son and tackled him on the bed. Kris held him down as Junior started to tickle him. He found that Tim was also like Kris in this respect. He had all the same ticklish spots that she did, therefore it made it way too easy for Junior.
Tim laughed loudly and squirmed under his father, begging for mercy. Junior finally stopped and he rolled over, still laughing. He felt a hand touch his other side and realized his mom was now joining in. She got to his most ticklish spot and didn't bother to stop when Tim begged her to. He felt the man that had lay there motionless join in again and the two adults joined in on Tim's laughter.
"Stop!" Tim screeched at the top of his lungs. His parents didn't relent. He rolled off the bed and pretended to hurt. He did his most convincing fake cry, and smiled inside when he realized they both came running to his side, believing him. Their arms were around his shoulders, trying to make the fake pain go away, and the boy seized the opportunity. He took one hand and started tickling his dad and the other, his mom. They were all rolling on the floor again, having a blast.
Eventually, Kris and Junior one the on-going tickle-fest. Junior lifted Tim up onto the bed and sat him up. He proceeded to sit next to him as Kris got ready to take a shower. They talked and laughed together, becoming closer by the second. Kris smiled when she heard them from the shower. For having just met, she thought, they're doing great.
He saw their shadows dancing on the walls of the house. The dawn's sunrise had produced enough light for the shadow's to appear crystal clear. Junior, Kris, and Tim, together. He couldn't believe it. He knew he had to break it, as evil as that was. He just couldn't stand it. He watched as one shadow disappeared and the other two, one big, one small, sat on the bed near the window. He looked at the man with the spiky hair and his son, who had leaned into his side. He felt one thing, jealousy. The green monster was attacking him again, and this time, he was afraid it would win. And he knew as well as anyone that the wrath it made was not a pretty one.
