Chapter Twenty-One
Memories: Aimee's P.O.V.
Slow down.
Her family and friends all told her moving in with her boyfriend and his teenage son so soon was a bad idea. If it was, she was willing to make that mistake. Nevertheless her brother and father helped her move her things into Horatio and Kyle's home. The boy was particularly glad to see her. Maybe it was soon but the trio were confident things would work out. Horatio couldn't help the hours he worked. Kyle knew that. With Aimee living with them Kyle would come home to an empty house less often. Living with someone was the best way of getting to know them. Aimee was looking forward to getting to know Kyle more. In the seven months since the three met three of their lives had meshed well. It wasn't an open discussion with Kyle but she and Horatio wanted to have children, maybe sooner than later. Kyle no doubt overheard their conversations on this matter. He never bought up the subject; not that his opinion would change any family plans.
Horatio didn't know when he was going to get home tonight. Finally after two days all of her stuff had been unpacked. Waiting for the pork chops to be done for dinner Kyle was teaching Aimee how to play chess. Something she had never got the hang of despite her father being very good at it. Kyle was a more patient teacher than her brother was.
"Wouldn't you rather be out with your friends?" She asked. Kyle had made some friends about his age from his GED classes.
Kyle shrugged. "Not really. Most of 'em still got the taste for mischief at this hour. I really want to stay away from that. Juvie isn't all the fun they crack it up to be. One stint was enough." He was too shy to say right now "and I rather be here with you."
With dinner eaten and still no Horatio, Kyle went to his room to play video games. He really liked having Aimee around. It was nice to have someone around to talk to who wanted to get to know him but didn't ask a lot of questions about his childhood or his past delinquency.
Or judge him on it.
She said yes! Kyle's P.O.V.
His father and Aimee's one year anniversary was yesterday. He stayed at Eric's to give the couple privacy. He didn't want to hear or see anything they had planned. His father was planning to propose to Aimee. Kyle hadn't seen the ring but a few days ago his dad had asked him if he had his blessing. The answer was yes. Both father and son had their fingers crossed Aimee would accept his proposal.
The ring on Aimee's finger confirmed at least one thing that took place the night before. His dad was home but Aimee were on her way out to a conference. She smiled when she told him, yes, that was what he thought it was. She and his father were getting married.
"I'm going to be late," she told him, meeting him aa the door and kissing his cheek. "We'll talk about it this evening, okay?" She said. "I love you."
"'Love you, too," he said. He couldn't help noticing Aimee didn't look like she had much sleep the previous night.