Author's note - Warning. Very mature content in this chapter ahead. Eric and Milly are growing up, and exploring each other more sexually as their relationship grows stronger.
"M...M...Milly?"
A young fifteen year old Eric softly said, barely even speaking the words as he stared at Milly. He was wearing his red hoodie, and cord pants. It was a windy November morning, and Milly stood beside him in jeans, and her baggy pink buttoned down shirt she had borrowed from Geneva. There were police, and they had them up on the school's roof.
In fact...Mrs. Sherman was there too. Milly was holding onto Eric's hand tightly, her sneakers crunching against the gravel of the roof. She could hear the school fair down below, and the rides, booths, and tents set up throughout the parking-lot, and football field. Milly was frightened, and knew they were trapped. She didn't quite understand what was going on, and why the police wanted them, but she was certain they wanted to take Eric, and take him away from her. When she faintly heard Eric speak her name for the very first time, she turned her head, and looked at him amazed. They were on the edge of the roof, and had no place else to run.
She stared at him.
"Can you really fly Eric?"
Eric looked out at the treeline, four stories up, before looking back at her, smirking, and nodding. Together they slowly turned, stepping out towards the edge. Eric put his free arm out, and she did the same, tightly holding onto him, before they both stepped off at the same exact time...
Milly's eyes snapped open.
She was laying in bed, making love to Eric, and must have been tuning out, thinking back on this strange dream she kept having. It wasn't like the other nightmares of their unborn son Jet as a teenager, or of the vivid ones of something happening to Eric, or worse...the nightmares of the other time she delivered a stillborn child, exhausted, and heartbroken, believing as she did when it really did happen when she truly believed their baby was still breathing and had to be sedated when she became hysterical. No, all of those dreams were traumatic, and felt so real. This one was different. She always woke up the moment they stepped off the roof. The sensation of falling would cause her stomach to lurch, and cause herself to jerk awake. She had this dream several times, not exactly knowing what was happening in it.
She had told Eric about it, and explained she really had no idea what was going on, only that the police were after them, and Mrs. Sherman was there with them on the school roof. That they were young, like when they first met, and Eric struggled to say her name, before she asked if he could fly? He would nod, they would hold hands, turn, step off the roof...then she would wake up. She told Eric it wasn't a nightmare, but really strange that she kept having it. Eric agreed, before smiling and signing that they knew how that dream would end. They would fly hand in hand, and go off into the sunset together. Milly as always would laugh this off, and usually whenever she had this dream, it was strangely a sign that something good was about to happen. She had only had it a handful of times, but once she dreamt it, and had the biggest release from her second book when it was published the following month. Another time was when she learned that she was pregnant with the first little girl Eric and her were expecting. Of couse this happiness hadn't lasted long, but Milly could never forget how excited she felt when she heard the doctor announce the sex when they were having one of their annual ultersounds done. Another time, Eric had won five hundred dollars on a scratch ticket, and had surprised her with a new diamond engagement ring, since for years she insisted on wearing Eric's gold ring he had given to her when they officially decided to start dating. She now wore this ring, and the diamond ring together. Now that she was thinking back on having the same exact dream the other night, she couldn't help but think in some small silly way that something good was on the verge of happening.
Her latest book had just been published two months ago, and the critics had loved it. It got high reviews everywhere, and even a really great write up on it from the New York Times, which Eric had cut out, and framed the clipping for her to hang in her office along with her Newbery awards she had won throughout the course of the book series. She had her book tour coming up in another week, which she actually was dreading since Eric had been hired to start a huge project with the guys at the town's country club. They were putting in a brand new deck that would be actually two floors to hold events on. The money, which was coming from the town itself was absolutely insane, even if it was being split six ways. When Milly and Eric went over the numbers, both actually had to triple check, before realizing this was in fact true. This kind of money would be huge for them. They could finish any other repairs they needed to with the house, and if they needed to go the IVF option, it would make things much easier for them.
The only downside was, this would be Milly's first book tour without Eric.
The longest they had been apart was maybe a few days. She was currently looking at thirteen days straight with just her agent, going to ten different cities across America. This was because the book was being released in both hardcover, and paperback. Two appearances would be libraries, three schools, and the best at bookstores. Here she would do a few press interviews, book signings, Q&As, and her last visit would be in Georgia, where she would donate several thousand dollars to the school for autism, which had been one of the biggest charities Eric and herself supported ever since her books took off. She had already met with her agent. They would fly to the first city, then rent a car, and fly out only two times more. The schedule looked overwhelming, and Milly hated that the timing had been so bad that she couldn't wait until Eric was available to go with her. He had originally offered to pass on the job to be with her, but she forbade him to do so. This was a huge job for him, and between her book sales, and this project...even the small reality of Eric opening even his own small little garage/workshop business from home could even happen. That way, if Milly did indeed get pregnant, both could stay at home with the baby at the same time, which had been a shared dream between the two ever since they had seriously started trying for a family years ago. Milly's anxiety on being away from Eric for this long had been awful, but she reassured Eric that thirteen days would be nothing. Both would be so busy, they would barely even notice (even though they both secretly knew this was a complete lie) She also had her web camera set up for her laptop, and had one installed on her desktop in her office. Eric knew how to work it, and she said they could video chat every night before bed, just so they could see each other, since she knew she needed Eric to be with her to fall asleep.
Eric had been beyond right, they were so codependent on each other it wasn't even funny. Even on nights when Eric was working late in the garage, and she was in bed, she couldn't properly fall asleep until he was in bed laying beside her, arms tightly wrapped around her body. A million worries were zooming through her mind, that she was actually dreading this book tour, wishing she really didn't need to do it, when she had that strange dream of Eric and her jumping off the school's roof as teenagers. It puzzled her, but she was beginning to wonder if maybe this was the universe telling her something good was about to happen. That dream was usually a tell tale sign. Both had been trying their hardest to conceive. Milly was on her third month of hormones, and her complexion had been taking the worst of it. She hated how badly she was breaking out, even though Eric had reassured her that she looked beautiful. She knew this was a lie, and usually had to wear heavy makeup to cover her chin, and cheeks, which were constantly scattered with painful weeping pimples. She would spend hours in front of her vanity, picking at her face until she was either bleeding, or red and sore. Eric would frown, and lightly hit her arm, whenever he came in from a towel, signing to her to stop.
Still, Milly couldn't stand it. Dr. Weaver said this was all perfectly normal, and her agent said they could just apply enough pancake makeup to her to hide the fact that she was breaking out. Of course Milly was pissed at this, but knew the sad reality was that it was true, and she would be mortified if she was seen on television, or have any photos of herself looking like she was a complete pizza face. Still, she got Eric to give her the shot every night, and she was prepared to pack nearly two week's worth of injections, and to give them to herself in the hotel room every night to make sure she didn't miss any doses while she was on the road. Still though, the fact that nothing was happening was frustrating her. Dr. Weaver said during their last visit almost fifteen days ago that they could try to inseminate her with Eric's sperm as another tool in trying to get things rolling, since IVF was one of her last resorts, and from the looks of it was probably going to happen anyways, even though Dr. Weaver said she wanted to wait until Milly's six month of hormones to take that next step.
Milly could tell Eric hated giving her these injections, and the disappointment in her face whenever her period would come right on schedule. Even though he was worried about her, he still gave her the nightly injections, making love to her like clockwork following whenever she was ovulating. He took his vitamins, and would go jogging every morning. He never missed any of her appointments, and the other day when Dr. Weaver handed him a plastic cup, and said she would need a fresh semen sample, he didn't even think twice, before nodding and getting up. Dr. Weaver said within half an hour they would inseminate her as soon as she took a look at Eric's sample down in the lab to make sure his sperm was perky, and the count was currently up as it had been the last time. She told Milly all together this would take an hour. Dr. Weaver said that Eric would leave the sample in the closet he would be going into, then Milly and him could wait in the examining room, where she would have a paper gown to change into, and Dr. Weaver would meet them as soon as she looked at the sample downstairs, then inseminate her. Her only rule was for the remainder of the day she would stay off her feet as much as possible. Milly, who had never done this before gulped, before nervously scratching her neck.
"Anything else?"
"You two can continue to have sex tomorrow night. In fact I would encourage it. Next appointment we'll draw labs, and see if we need to boost your dosage of hormones before we take any new steps..."
Eric frowned and signed...
"Wait. Wait. Wait. A higher dose?!"
MIlly blushed as she spoke aloud what he was saying. She knew Eric already didn't like that she was taking these shots, so even Dr. Weaver mentioning maybe upping the dosage would set him off. Dr. Weaver shook her head.
"That's why we're trying this today. Trust me Eric, your wife's health is my main concern, so take your time giving that sample, maybe even have your wife go in with you. Leave it on the table, hit the call button and just go into examination room three and wait for me, and we'll see what we can do."
Eric didn't look happy, but Milly cleared her throat feeling uncomfortable, before she got up, and offered her hand to Eric to take.
"Thanks Doc."
Dr. Weaver smiled, as Eric sighed, shooting her a look, before taking Milly's hand, and following her down the hallway. Once they were inside the first closet, which was the area Milly suspected many husbands would be forced to masterbate. The closet, was a little bit bigger than a closet, and had a chair, small metal table, a sink and counter, with cabinets, the call button for the nurse, a small TV, and a book that Milly had noticed last time was filled with hilarious looking porn, along with a basket with sample packages of lube, a small trash bin, and a binder full of Playboys, and Hustler issues. Milly found it all pretty comical, while Eric was embarrassed, and seemed to want to get this over with as quickly as he could. The same exact closets were in their other doctor's offices where they had gone when they started trying for a baby. Eric's history for struggling to keep his sperm count up, had been something that frustrated him. Still, she could see the look in his eyes when they entered, locking the door behind them, that he was determined since it meant either this would work, or she might need to up her dosage with the hormones, which was the last thing she knew he wanted. The lighting was dim inside, with tiny track lighting over the sink and counter. Milly wanted to talk with him, but knew he had an agenda, and judging from the serious look in his eyes, he wasn't in the mood to really start talking and getting into it. Milly sat on the leather chair, and looked up at him, before she sighed.
"What can I do?"
Eric unscrewed the cap, putting the plastic cup on the metal table, before he stood in front of Milly. He took a second, chewed on his bottom lip, before he signed...
"Could you?..."
Milly knew he wanted to speed things up, and nodded, knowing she had gum in her purse.
"Yeah of course."
Eric eyed the door unsure.
"I mean, it might take longer, but I can..."
Milly shook her head, knowing he was already going above and beyond. She refixed her hair, which was tied up in a messy bun before shaking her head.
"Just tap me on the shoulder when you're close, and we'll get the cup ready okay?"
Eric nodded, before double checking that the door was locked, before he took a deep breath. Milly smiled and motioned for him to hand her the cup. He grabbed it, handed it over, where she placed it beside her on the chair, and made him stand right in front of her. Reaching forward, she unhooked his belt, before unbuttoning it, and unzipping his fly. Looking up at him, she was relieved to see him smiling down at her. She smirked, staring back up at him, before she reached, and worked his penis out from the flap of his boxers, and held his penis in her hand. Knowing he loved it, whenever she kept eye contact, she slowly opened her mouth, and relaxed her throat, as she felt his penis slowly slide into her mouth, as she began to suck, a mixture of drool, and spit, as she did her signature move, moving her tongue up and down his shaft, as Eric closed his eyes, breathing heavy. Milly felt himself grow even harder in her mouth, as she continued sucking, and slurping, pumping her head as Eric bit down on his lip as she continued working her magic. If anything made Eric climax in record time, it was one of his wife's world famous blow jobs. In less than a minute, his hand was frantically tapping on her shoulder, and Milly worked as fast as lighting, bringing back her head, holding his twitching penis in her hand, as he climaxed right down into the cup, giving a whole lot more than she thought he would. He softly moaned, as Milly gently squeezed it, allowing him to empty out completely, before he opened his eyes slightly dazed.
Milly smiled up at him, before winking. After Eric tucked himself away, both washed their hands, and Milly even gargled with some water she used a paper dixie cup to drink from, before spitting, and asking Eric for her purse, before popping in her mintu gum, and checking her reflection using her compact. One Eric's sample was placed on the table, with the cap screwed back on, she smiled, before Eric wrapped his arms around her waist, and gave her a tight hug from behind. Milly smiled, loving how his arms felt around her.
"Thank you so much Eric. Thank you for trying so hard for me."
She softly said. Eric kissed her earlobe, and then her cheek, before both rang the call button, and went into the examining room. Milly changed into the paper gown, as Eric placed her folded clothing, and purse, and placed them on the chair across the room, before sitting on a stool, before she got onto the table. It was chilly in there, and her arms broke out in goosebumps. Eric must have noticed, and gently rubbed her arm with his large warm hand, before finally after ten or so minutes Dr. Weaver returned, all smiles, and dressed in her scrubs, along with a metal tray, full of instruments. She got her own stool, wheeled it over, before she began to prep everything, all the while casually asking Milly about her book tour as Milly had her legs now up in stirrups. She felt a little embarrassed, but faintly in the back of her mind she thought what a little baby boy or girl would look like with Eric's big brown eyes.
When Dr. Weaver inseminated her, Milly stiffened a little, while Dr. Weaver talked her through everything, calmly, and comforting. While Milly laid back, she looked up at Eric, who squeezed her hand, gently petting it. Looking up at him, she wondered if maybe this was how they would get pregnant? If so, she wanted to be looking into her husband's eyes if it happened.
Still, in the back of her mind she knew she had gotten pregnant eight times before. Getting pregnant sure was hard, but it didn't seem to be the problem. It was carrying Eric's baby to term which always seemed to be it. Dr. Weaver had mentioned this, and said if she did become pregnant, no matter how healthy the fetus looked, or how well Milly's levels were, she was going to call it a high risk pregnancy and have Milly instantly on strict bedrest, even if it was for the whole pregnancy. Milly thought originally this would be impossible, but Dr. Weaver made a good point. If she truly wanted this baby bad enough, she would be willing to do anything. She was absolutely right.
Now two days later, Milly had snapped her eyes open as her thoughts drifted back to that strange dream of Eric and herself jumping off the school's roof. The dream that always seemed to happen before they received good news. Eric was currently huffing, and grunting, laying between her two spread legs as he dully thrusted into her. Their bed was creaking, his head bowed down against her neck, breathing heavy, as his shoulder blades arched, as he was sweating, and picking up the pace. That's when he began pumping into her even faster, when suddenly he cried out, stiffened, and climaxed. Milly laid there, holding onto him, as he gave a few weak pumps, before pulling out, and rolling over, trying to catch his breath. Milly laid back for a second, before she lifted her legs, and held them up in the same position she was used to laying back in whenever she finished making love. Eric stared up at the ceiling, before, he reached over, and took a swing of his water bottle he kept, before grabbing his boxers, and pulling them back on. Looking at her, he smiled, before sitting up against the headboard, and holding her legs back for her. She smiled staring up at him.
"Aren't you going to miss this while I'm gone?"
Eric smirked and signed in the dark to her...
"I have those bathing suit photos of you from my birthday last year, and my right hand. I'll try to survive."
Milly started cracking up as he smiled, and stared down at her. Eric's smile then turned sad, before he softly said with a slight stutter...
"I...w...w...wish...youuu...you...dddddidn't...h...have to go."
Milly sighed, looking up at him.
"Me too. I probably won't be able to sleep without you."
Eric sadly nodded. He then signed...
"Me neither. I can't remember the last time we've been apart...just make sure you're safe, and don't let them run you into the ground. Anything happens, or you have a nightmare you call me. Even if it's in the middle of the night."
Milly smiled looking up at him.
"We'll have our nightly video chats too. I'll miss you like crazy, but I promise we'll make it go by quickly. After that, I don't care what the publishing house tries to say, I'm staying home."
Eric smiled, before kissing her forehead. When finally it was time, Milly laid her legs back down, before deciding to hold off on her shower until the next day. She wanted as strange as it sounded to smell like Eric as long as she could. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and pee, as well as pack her makeup bag for the trip. Milly used the bathroom first, before calling out to Eric to toss her one of his shirts. He came in just in his boxers, before handing her his baggy basketball jersey. Milly smiled, slipping it on, before asking if she could bring it on the trip to sleep in? Eric, who started to pee himself, signed sure, as Milly started washing up, cleaning her tender red face, which constantly felt too oily ever since she started on these damn shots. Eric washed his hands, tickled her neck kissing it, before signing and asking if she wanted a beer? Milly knew she had already brushed her teeth and said she was all set, before he playfully goosed her butt, before heading downstairs. Milly began packing her makeup bag when she looked over the sink and saw one of the unused pregnancy tests sitting under the sink. She knew the insemination wouldn't have taken or show up until another week or so. Still, Eric and her had stuck to their sex schedule closely, and she suspected with her math, that she was actually due to take one. Still, she didn't want to ruin tonight by the disappointment of taking another negative one. So without even thinking, she tossed it into the makeup bag, zipped it up, and put it back in her room near her suitcase.
By the time she crawled into bed, clicking on the TV to watch the Tonight Show. Eric came back up, drinking a beer, before crawling in beside her. He smirked, leaning in and causing her to squeal as he kissed and licked her neck, before both laughed, snuggling up against each other, watching TV, and trying to soak up as much of each other before her flight the next morning.
Several days later...
Milly nervously tapped her foot in the hotel bathroom waiting on the pregnancy test that was sitting on the counter. She hated waiting on these things, always deep down inside knowing the final disappointing result. The last few days had been exhausting, but her two book signings had gone off without any problems, and she signed copies for a straight two hours following her reading. As always, she absolutely loved meeting fans, or hearing from parents how much her books meant to their children. She met several parents of children who were autistic, who had hugged her, shaking her hand, and thanking her for writing such wonderful stories that celebrated children like their own. As always Milly loved whenever she was asked about the real life Eric, her husband. It seemed as though all of her fans knew that she was married to a man who was autistic, her high school sweetheart, who inspired her to write about Eric, the magical boy who could fly. As always, Milly would smile, absently playing with her wedding rings, and tell them that he was a truly wonderful man, and had always been one of the kindest, purest souls she's ever encountered. This always made her miss him like crazy, but knowing that these books were so loved and celebrated, was just another reminder of what a truly wonderful man Eric Gibb really was. The best thing about all of this, was the fact that she was the only one that knew that magic really did exist, and that this wasn't some children's story. It was reality, and she actually did in fact know how birds felt when they flew across the sky, dancing among the stars. As busy as the traveling was, and everything that had been lined up, she was happy to promote her book, and meet her readers. Every night like clockwork at eleven, she would open her laptop, wait for a signal, and there would be Eric, looking tanned, and tired, but sitting in her office signing away, asking a ton of questions about her day. She knew he couldn't wait for her to visit the autistic school, which was a location he had visited with her, meeting the little ones several times before. He would tell her about his day, and how the project was going, and just last night she even took her top off, as he undid his pants, and touched himself while she hummed, and pinned her hair up posing for him.
She missed him so bad it was crazy, especially when she had to give herself her shots before she showered every night. She kept a framed photo of Eric and her, just taken the year before on the 4th of July when Geneva and her husband Andy had spent the weekend. Both were sitting on the steps, arms around each other smiling. Milly would take his photo out, putting it next to the alarm clock, and drift off to sleep staring at it. She had a busy day ahead of her tomorrow, and on the spur of the moment, when she was washing up for the night after dinner with her agent, she saw the pregnancy test and decided to take it. She had felt a little sick in the morning since the trip started, but she figured it was because she wasn't home, and traveling so much. Her goodbye to Eric at the airport tore her heart out since she saw his eyes were glistening with tears as he hugged her so tight her ribs hurt. She didn't know how she was going to do another eleven days without him, but figured she might as well take the test, just as something to do really to take her mind off things.
She was planning on video chatting with him again in another hour before bed, and wanted this just off her mind. She had taken so many of these at home pregnancy tests, she only had to scan the directions once before getting the test out, peeing on it, capping it, and waiting as she checked the time on her razor cell phone. She was still waiting in the brightly lit bathroom, wondering what Eric was doing at this exact moment. She figured knowing him, he was home. Probably had ordered a pizza, and was having a few slices in front of the TV, drinking a beer, wearing one of his T-shirts and shorts, watching a basketball game. Standing here in this unfamiliar bathroom made her miss her home and husband more than ever. That's when she thought back on that weird dream of Eric and her on the highschool roof, before she smirked, and walked over to the counter.
It took her a second, before she blinked and snatched up the test, nearly dropping it. She held it up amazed. Positive. Her pregnancy test was positive.
July 1988
Milly swayed, her head tilted back, wearing just her bra, as she was straddling Eric's lap, slowly lifting and lowering herself, as her body swayed in her bedroom. The curtains closed, and her fan she used in the summertime blew back and forth, trying to cool them down despite how sweaty they both were. Eric was completely naked, slick with sweat, as he held onto her hips, his eyes slightly glazed over with pleasure, as Milly started to grind herself against him even slower, which she knew drove Eric crazy. Since her 16th birthday, the two had made love a total of twenty-six times. She had kept count, and she felt like they were just beginning to really get the hang of it. Most of the time it was the missionary position, but just recently after casually talking to Geneva, that she had learned about other positions. Most of them made her blush, even when Geneva explained that there was another way a couple could have sex, when the guy did her from behind called doggy style, or put his penis in the girl's butt, which made Milly scream with horror and embrassment. Geneva said she had never done it herself since it sounded too gross, but her mother had mentioned that guys strangley loved asking girls to do it that way, but that she had heard it was really painful, even if you had been having sex for years. Milly had become very transparent with Geneva, since the following day after she lost her virginity to Eric, she received from Uncle Hugo a dozen of those white and pink roses which were Milly's favorite. Uncle Hugo brought them over since Eric was at his appointment with Mrs. Sherman, but had begged him, actually signing a little if he could take him to the flower shop downtown.
He said Eric used his leftover Christmas money to buy these for her for her birthday, but Milly knew the real reason, and had closed her eyes, deeply smelling the sweet smell of them, even pressing one in one of her books. She even dried out the most, and put them under a glass vase on her vanity. Geneva as usual, covered for her, sticking to Milly's story that she spent her birthday night sleeping over her house, when finally one evening as they were flipping through old issues of Tiger Beat, when Geneva finally guessed that Milly had in fact gone all the way with Eric. Instantly her eyes grew wide as she gasped.
"Oh my God Milly!"
Milly blushed, but knew she couldn't deny it any longer. Besides, she was dying to talk about this with somebody, and seeing that her mother wasn't an issue, she decided to tell her everything, making her swear never to repeat any of it. Of course Geneva could be trusted, and actually was really cool about listening, and told Milly she was proud of her since the night at the lake really was scary, and must have shown her to live a little. She of course wanted tons of details, and Milly did the best she could.
"Is he circumcised?"
Milly raised an eyebrow, before Geneva explained it, and instantly she blushed and nodded.
"Um, yeah he did."
"That's good. Alex is too, but I've seen photos of guys who aren't. It looks too weird!"
Milly giggled, before she started to ask questions of her own. She was a little afraid to use her mouth, but had wanted to use her hands, and had asked Geneva for some tips, before Geneva started to tell her different things Eric, or even herself could do to her to make her feel good. As embarrassing as talking like this was, Milly actually found a great deal of it useful. Now it seemed as though any time Uncle Hugo wasn't home, the two would be upstairs in the hot sticky attic, listening to their tapes on the small radio, first making out, then letting their clumsy inexperienced hands do the exploring. Milly had used her hands on Eric for the first time just last week, and the look of total surprise in his eyes had been worth it. She was still feeling herself chicken out when it came to him doing stuff to her, but the last couple of times they had sex, just as Eric was right about to climax, his rythum quickening, and whenever he started going real fast, the strangest tingling feeling came over her. It was a hot and very exciting feeling, but it made Milly feel totally alive.
That's when a few days ago, she walked Eric though using his hands, and then fingers on her. She was hesitant at first, but laid back in the attic, taking deep breaths, before she removed her shorts, and stared up at him, as he listened closely. That's when ten or so minutes later, Eric looked unsure as his hand worked between her legs, his fingers moving in and out of her, that it happened. Milly started breathing heavily, before her eyes nearly rolled back in her head, when she hitched her breath, and had a very strong orgasm. Eric looked scared, but once she began to come down from it, her hair sweaty and plastered to her face, she blinked and looked up at him amazed. She laughed gently, now feeling as if she was in on some mind blowing secret.
"So that's what that feels like. No wonder you wanna do it all the time now."
She laughed, before both began kissing, as he rolled on top of her, hands slowly lifting her shirt. In fact, so far this summer it seemed as though all they were doing was making out, or sneaking up to the attic to fool around.
On the 4th of July Garry had taken Luis, and her mother to Kingston to visit his younger brother, who had just bought a house that had a pool out back. They were planning on staying the weekend since Garry's brother had a son who was roughly around Luis' age. Milly had opted to stay behind and stay with Geneva, since she had scored tickets to White Mountain Park. It was an amusement park that had just opened earlier that spring, and Geneva's uncle had given her a couple of free passes for her birthday. Milly decided to go along since in the morning, and most of the afternoon of the 4th Eric was in fact being forced to visit his elderly aunts with Uncle Hugo. Milly knew Eric really didn't want to go, but Uncle Hugo was putting his foot down, and promised they would be home before it got dark. Milly originally was going to ask Uncle Hugo if she could come with him, hoping that it might cushion Eric's tantrum he would most likely be throwing the second his uncle tried to get him into the car. Instead, she knew something Eric's counselor was trying to teach him was independence.
Milly had gone to two sessions so far with Eric, and really liked his doctor, who had even spoken to Milly alone, while Eric was told to wait in the waiting room for a few minutes. In typical Eric fashion, he remained on the other side of the door, looking through the frosted glass, and waiting for her. His doctor told Milly that this kind relationship was exactly what he needed. That Mrs. Sherman, as well as Eric's uncle, had been singing her praises nonstop. That the evidence was right in front of them. Ever since Milly moved in next door, Eric had been changing, and for the better. He was actually really trying to communicate, working on both his sign language, as well as writing. He seemed more focused, happier, and not as withdrawn. Uncle Hugo said he wasn't throwing as many fits, and whenever Milly was even mentioned he would light up. They had talked about how Mrs. Sherman first noticed Eric copying Milly, and asked if for extra credit she would try to help him. It took nearly a month before real progress started to show. Milly somehow understood him better than anyone else, and was always the person that knew what his triggers were, and how to calm him down. That this friendship had blossomed into an innocent (as far as everyone thought) little relationship. Eric's therapist had been extremely pleasant, but had brought up what had happened at the ppmd. Milly's memory over the whole ordeal was cloudy, but she knew she had nearly died resulting in Eric having a full fledge breakdown, and being forced to stay at the clinic.
His doctor explained how traumatic this was for Eric, since he was familiar with death after his parents, but didn't quite understand it. That Milly was honestly the most important person in his life, and at night at the pond, Eric had understood that something bad had happened, and the very thought of losing Milly scared him to death. That's why it seemed to have gotten worse whenever they were apart. Milly learned that Eric was on nightly medication that would calm him down, and keep his blood pressure down. They had been trying to work with him, but this summer Eric almost needed to know where Milly was at all times, or he would start having panic attacks. They were trying to help Eric with going to his appointments without Milly, so he could start finding tools on how to cope, since everyone was realistic, there would be times they would be apart, and as far as Eric was concerned, Milly was the most important person in his life, and separation was a huge trigger of his. Milly hated doing this, especially this summer since they had become so close, but knew it was for the best. His last appointment Milly had explained to him on the front steps that she wouldn't be going with him, but would be waiting here for him when he came back.
Of course Eric shook his head, his face filling with color, as he clapped his hands over his ears, and pouted. Milly had carefully lowered his hands down, before making him look right at her. She spoke to Eric as his therapist had taught her how to, and explained that they needed to prove to the doctors that he wouldn't have another setback. That some of his appointments, and day trips his uncle would take him on, would have to be without her from time to time. At first Eric looked as if he was on the verge of losing it, when Milly gently cupped the sides of his face, forcing him to lock eyes with hers.
"You need to start showing them that we can be apart every once in a while. If you keep flipping out, they might send you to the clinic again...maybe for even a month or two. They are watching you closely Eric, and I'll lose it if they send you away for that long. We need to prove that you're okay, and that you really are trying. I know it's going to be hard, but we can do this okay?"
Eric looked defeated, but nodded. Milly then smiled.
"Garry is taking Luis and my mom away for the 4th and the 5th to visit his brother's. They took time off to extend the weekend. I told my mom I'm going to stay with Geneva, but I'm really going to stay home. Your uncle wants you to visit your aunts Monday morning. It will only be a couple of hours, after that you can come over. Maybe we can go flying? Watch the fireworks? Maybe..."
Her hand reached over, gently rubbing his thigh. Eric sat up a little straighter, and looked at her. Milly smiled.
"You go, and don't fight your uncle...and I'll make it up to you. I promise."
Lucky for Milly, that had been something that worked. As unhappy as Eric was about going, looking miserable in a new polo shirt, and clean jeans, his messy hair combed down, he still went without any fight, which surprised Uncle Hugo. He told Milly his older sisters were dying to meet Eric's little girlfriend soon, but agreed with his therapist that he needed to start doing a few things alone. This was just another step for him, and he was really proud of how he was doing. Milly really wished she could have taken Eric to the amusement park, but waving to him, as he looked at her miserable through his uncle's truck's window, she took a deep breath knowing this was a small price to pay with keeping Eric out of the hospital. Alex was visiting family, so it was just Geneva and her. They spent nearly three hours at the park, and honestly had a complete blast. They rode the roller coasters, the water rides, and two that spun so fast, Geneva and Milly screamed until they lost their voices. They ate hotdogs, and cotton candy, then played games, laughing at how miserable they were at playing the water gun came, or ring toss. They went on the pirate ship, and threw their hands up in the air, giggling, and screaming with glee. By the end of the day, both were slightly tanned and sunburned from the heat, smelling of lotion. They drove back, snacking on popcorn they had bought, and talked about Eric and Alex. Milly was offfically fassinated, and wanted to soak in as much as she could when it came to ascice over sex. She had been reading Cosmo, but still had so many questions. Still, she had really started to enjoy sex, and was starting to discover what made their bodies feel good.
They stopped for slush at an ice cream stand off the highway, and sat at a picnic table.
"What's your favorite part of Eric's body? I love Alex's legs. He has these little freckles going across them. Drives me wild."
Milly smiled, playing with her straw to mix her bright blue slush, before smirking, no longer feeling embarrassed.
"I guess his stomach. He has an innie belly button, but I love kissing his skin, he's been getting so tanned lately."
Genneva laughed downing her own slush in three big gulps. She then asked Milly if she had been doing what she told her to do, focusing on touching herself in the bath, or alone at night. That the more she learned about what turned her on, the more successful she would be with Eric. Milly was fascinated, and continued asking questions, before telling Genneva she planned on taking advantage of having the house to themselves for the next two days, and wanted to make it up to him, for not making a scene and going over his aunts' without throwing a fit. When Milly got home, she ordered a pizza for Eric and her, and cracked open a can of New Coke, and plopped down in front of the television watching a marathon of music video on MTV. It was dark out, when she finally heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, she slid off the couch, and answered the door. Her mother had called earlier right before the pizza came to check in. Milly said she was heading over to Geneva's since she wanted to shower first, and told her she loved her. For once her mother sounded relaxed, and even a little drunk. She was happy she was actually able to relax. She deserved that much. She received the pizza leaving it in the kitchen. She had all of the overhead fans going, and some of the windows open to try and cool the house down which felt like an oven, even just late at night. When she answered the door, she was greeted by Eric still wearing his polo shirt and jeans, his hair messy and sweaty.
Milly couldn't believe even though it had really only been half a day, looking at him now with anxious tired eyes over how much she missed him. She smiled, before gently putting her hands in the front pockets of Eric's jeans, and bringing her front against his front. She gently grinded her crotch against his, and could already tell he was happy to see her. Laughing gently, she asked how his visit went? Eric signed a word, which caused her to take a second to think, before she started watching his hands quickly signing away. Amazed, Milly tried to keep up, watching the familiar motions. For the most part she caught major words such as
"Uncle, Aunts, visit, dog, cake, and borning."
Milly laughed, as Eric finished signing, struggling only a few times, and making just one or two mistakes. This meant he had been practicing. She had noticed his sign language book open on his desk, and whenever Mrs. Sherman would come to visit, they would spend an hour downstairs as she tutored him. Standing back, her eyes lit up as she laughed. She knew she would need to start practicing to show him she was making the effort as well. She was shaky with her signing, but spoke aloud as she did so.
"Your aunts have a dog?"
Eric looked as if he was thinking, before he nodded. Milly then signed again to him.
"Is it a big dog like Max? Or a little dog?"
Eric motioned with his hands how much it was, which really wasn't much. Milly laughed.
"What was its name?"
Eric thought for a second, and attempted to sign, before he shook his head, and tried again. He then shook his head and finger spelled...
"D...A...I...S...Y."
"Daisy? That's a cute name."
Eric smirked, before Milly took his hand.
"You wanna go watch the fireworks or is that gonna be too loud?"
Eric shook his head. He then eyed up towards the night sky, and Milly laughed shaking her head.
"No, I think we better not tonight. There's going to be a lot of people watching the sky with the fireworks show tonight. I just don't wanna get caught."
Eric nodded in agreement, before Milly stepped forward, straightening out the collar to his shirt.
"Remember that dream I told you about after you caught me after I fell?"
Eric nodded listening as she smoothed out the material of his shirt with her hands.
"It was just like that movie I showed you. To Catch A Thief. You brought me up into the clouds and we actually got to watch the fireworks. It was beautiful. Might be a little too loud and dangerous in reality, but maybe someday when it's safe?"
Eric nodded, before Milly smiled.
"I got a great idea! Luis' treehouse is almost set up, there's the ladder, platform, and railing. Luis has been climbing up it lately and dropping his matchboxes off it all the time. It's perfectly safe, and being up that high we'll be able to see the fireworks from where we are. That okay?"
Eric nodded, before Milly smiled and stood back.
"You need to grab some clothes next door?"
Eric shook his head, and reached down, picking up an old faded gym bag that most likely belonged to either Uncle Hugo or his late father. The material was faded, and the strap was worn, but she was impressed to see he had listened and packed some clothes since she had asked if he wanted to sleep over? Uncle Hugo was most likely celebrating with some friends, and wouldn't even notice that Eric wasn't there. If he did, Eric would usually just fly on over once the coast was clear. Seeing that it was a holiday, both knew that Uncle Hugo was going to be distracted, which meant the two of them would be left to their own devices, which Milly couldn't wait for. Smiling, she took the bag from him, as he walked inside. Shutting the door behind him, she then remembered she had brought him back something from the amusement park. They were sitting on the coffee table. Walking into the living room, where she had MTV playing softly, she picked up said items and turned around.
"The amusement park was pretty cool. We'll have to go together sometime, but I got you these..."
One was a bag full of blue cotton candy. She knew Eric liked it, and the few times they had attended the school fair they would usually split a bag between the two of them. Eric turned the plastic bag over in his hands and looked up at Milly smiling, before she held up the other thin box, which held two sparklers.
"I know you don't like firecrackers, but these don't make any noise. Remember we saw those kids at the park playing with them? You wanna change and we'll light them up, and bring some stuff up to the treehouse and watch the fireworks?"
Eric pretended to think about it, before he nodded, causing her to crack up. The two of them went up to her room, where Eric got into a pair of faded gym shorts, and a baggy T-shirt. Milly changed into shorts as well, and a navy blue T-shirt she wore usually when she bummed around the house. She took her empty bookbag, discarded on the bottom of her closet, and had Eric follow her downstairs. She asked if he wanted any pizza yet? Eric shook his head and signed to her that he had eaten at his aunts' right before he left. Milly smiled proudly as she opened the fridge and handed Eric a few cans of pop. He lifted an eyebrow seeing how she was looking at him, before she shrugged still smiling.
"I'm just so proud of you, that's all."
Eric smiled, before she grabbed the bic lighter that Garry used to start the grill, and together they went out back, where despite how late it was, it still felt sticky and humid. They walked out, before Milly climbed the ladder, telling Eric to be careful. Once she was up on the platform, she offered her hand to Eric, who climbed up. Milly laughed nervously looking over the railing, and seeing how high they were. This was the tallest tree in their backyard, and actually overlooked both of their roofs. Shaking her head, she looked at him.
"Forgot how high up this is...guess you aren't afraid of falling huh?"
Eric smirked, as both sat down together, leaning against the large tree that the platform was built around, and Milly unpacked her bookbag, cracking open the sodas. Both toasted, clinking their cans together. "To us." Eric smiled, before he struggled, and softly said...
"T...T...To...Uh...U...Us."
Milly smiled, tilting her head, and softly kissing his plump lips, before withdrawing. He smiled, staring into her eyes, before she remembered the sparklers. Grinning, she dug them out, and slid both sticks out. She showed Eric how to hold his, before she lit both, and felt her heart swell as Eric even jumped back a little surprised as sparks of gold flickered in the night air. Milly showed him that it was alright, and even twirled hers around, making circles, and even attempting to spell her name out. Eric copied her, and both laughed at the pleasant smell of gunpowder, as they even pretended to have a swordfight, as Milly made lightsaber noises. Once they burned out, both were laughing, and leaning up against each other. In the distance, Milly thought she could hear the faint noises of the highschool marching band playing at the park where the firework show was being held. Milly sipped her soda as Eric opened his arm, letting her lean in against him, as suddenly the first few rockets went up into the night sky, and explosions of vibrant colors blossomed into the darkness.
The first red, the next gold. Eric's eyes widened in amazement, as Milly smiled, holding onto him tight as another set exploded, and the fireworks' show began. She had been right, this was the perfect place to see the fireworks across town. Both watched the sky in utter amazement, and several times if a mosquito happened to land on her, Eric would look down, frown, and swat it away from her. The fireworks lasted a full half an hour, and by the time it was the finale, the entire sky lighting up with colorful explosions, Eric and Milly began to makeout, their mouths opening and closing frantically, as Eric's hands went under her shirt. Working up quite a sweat, she knew with her luck one of their neighbors might happen to be watching the fireworks, when they just so happened to catch the two of them going at it hot and heavy in her brother's treehouse.
Finally she pulled away, sweating, and her hair becoming a mess. Eric had been sucking on her throat, giving her a pretty nasty hickey. Laughing, winded, and feeling extremely turned on, she told Eric they better take this inside.
Later...
Now they were in her bedroom, having sex, and Milly was trying to be ontop for once. At first she thought this position might be weird, but she actually really liked how much control she had. Eric laid back on her bed, holding her hips, staring at her with big eyes, Milly arched her back, when suddenly Eric cried out softly, and she felt him come. He snapped his eyes shut, and his entire body became limp, before he laid back completely drained. Milly collapsed on him, panting for breath, laying her head against his slick sweat covered chest. She slowly worked herself off him, always feeling a little strange after he pulled out from the sudden emptiness she felt. Laying beside him, both sweating and exhausted, he looked at her, his bangs hanging in his eyes.
"M...M..Milly?" Milly blinked, looking up at him.
"Yeah?" Eric nervously bit down on his bottom lip. He continued, looking flushed and tired.
"I...love...yo...you."
Milly smiled, absolutely loving whenever he spoke since she knew it was hard for him.
"I love you too Eric."
Eric then looked at her funny, as if he was thinking something over, before he slowly turned towards her. Here he gave her a deep kiss, before slowly planting kisses down her throat which was slick with sweat and covered with hickeys, then between her breasts, making her gasp out, then down to her stomach. Milly suddenly tensed, knowing what he was doing. He had never tried this before, but he looked just as scared, and curious as she was. He planted a few more kisses on her, before he slowly parted her two knees, which were brought together. He leaned down and kissed her on that sensitive spot, causing her to suck in her breath. She couldn't believe it. He looked up at her, before he lowered his head again. Milly's eyes widened, before she tilted her head back, gripped the sheets beneath her, before she started to squirm and sweat even harder.
Later...
Both Eric and Milly stood in her shower. The water was cool and refreshing, and Milly had put Eric's ear plugs in as he stood beneath the running water as she used her shampoo to wash his thick brown hair. He laughed, as she washed it beneath the water, and saw that as long as he had his earplugs in, the shower didn't seem to bother him. Both had gone into the shower sweaty, and exhausted, but as they washed each other, and soaped up each other's bodies, rinsing off, they held onto each other, gently kissing each other, as they stood holding each other beneath the running water.
Later...
They had dried off, dressed in clean clothes, ate pizza, and watched late night television on the couch together, before finally venturing back upstairs. Eric must have been exhausted since the second they crawled into her bed, when she mentally made a note to wash all of her bedding tomorrow night before her mother came back home, he passed out. Milly had been a little too wired to fall asleep, and laid beside him, as he slept on his stomach, snoring very lightly, his face turned towards her, his plump lips slightly parted, as he breathed in and out. He just wore his shorts, and his skin appeared flushed. Milly loved watching him sleep. Laying beside him, crammed into her tiny twin, she eyed his feet, which were slightly dangling off the edge, his long hairy legs, how cute his butt looked in his shorts, his smooth tanned back, his arms, which in the last year or so had in fact been filling out, looking slightly bigger, and tanned. His hair was a little longer, and she was curious what it might look like if it was almost shoulder length.
Sometimes when he slept, which was usually after they had finished fooling around in the attic, she would spend a half an hour or so before she too drifted off, always setting her watch alarm, just looking at him. How he had a faint scatter of freckles between his shoulder blades, how tanned he became during the summer, how thick and wavy his hair got whenever it was drying from the shower. She did notice he now always wore her blue hair tie on his wrist. Something he sometimes played with whenever she saw him getting upset or nervous. She gently touched his hand, which was twice the size of hers. His fingers were thicker, the nails chewed down, and the skin warm and smooth. She felt his hand, before she frowned and then touched the back of his neck. He felt warm. She touched his back, which equally felt warm, and then his forehead.
She wasn't sure if it was a fever, or the fact they had been making love all night in her room which felt as if it was at least a hundred degrees. She hoped Garry had been right about wanting to install something called central air. Her mother had said it was too expensive, but Garry said it was a good investment, same as wanting to add on a sunroom, and second bathroom downstairs. Garry was extremely handy, and told them that the house needed some improvements, which meant it would be worth more if they ever wanted to move into something bigger further down the line. Milly knew her mother wasn't so sure about this. The house didn't have a mortgage since it had been bought with her father's life insurance. Even though they all knew her father had taken his own life, it seemed an "accident" so the insurance company would pay up. Milly knew it was more of a security thing than anything else, but Garry had been living with them for a while now, and the little improvements he was making seemed huge around the house. The way he explained central air was that it was kinda like a stronger A.C, only that it was stronger, and their windows wouldn't be locked up with window units, which Milly was worried about since that's how she usually was able to see him across the way. He either sat on the windowsill outstretching his arms, sitting at his desk, or feeding Blizzard, or getting ready for bed.
Milly had thought about how Eric was the only guy she had really ever seen naked. She was beginning to know every single inch of him. Tonight he had surprised her, and she truly knew that he had learned how to make orgasm the same as him. His fingers were still a little heavy and clumsy, but what he did tonight was something Geneva had only talked about once, and when Milly first heard about it, she thought it sounded disgusting. Then he actually did it, his big brown eyes looking up at her every once and awhile, almost checking to make sure whatever he was doing was right. Milly had squirmed, tossing her head from side to side, before crying out in a full fledged orgasm, before Eric crawled back up, and laid against her, gently kissing her bare arm. Exhausted, Milly laid beside him stunned, and unable to stop smiling. Sex for them was something they had discovered together, and the attic had become one of their favorite places to sneak off to whenever they were alone. It had only been a few weeks, but now that they were learning how their bodies responded to each other. Milly didn't understand why her mother was such a prude when it came to sex. She felt as if Eric and her had discovered some secret. She was feeling better and better about her body, and somehow she didn't feel embarrassed about it anymore. She was proud of Eric, not only for knowing he had to behave himself if they weren't together at all times, but the fact he was working hard in therapy, as well as trying to communicate. She was looking forward to spending all day tomorrow with him, and planned on tanning out back with him while listening to the coast to coast countdown. Frowning, feeling his head, she just hoped it was this stupid room, feeling like they were walking on the surface of the sun.
Sighing, she snuggled in closer, gently rubbing his back as she continued watching him sleep.
The next day...
Eric woke up looking awful. He gently shook Milly awake. He looked awful, his hair was sweaty and his face flushed.
"M...M...M...Milly?"
He said, his brow wrinkled. Milly instantly sat up wide awake, looking at him. He was sweating badly. Milly checked his head, feeling the fever radiant from his body. He had circles under his eyes, and he looked like he did before Christmas a few years back when he got the flu.
"Eric? Are you feeling okay?"
Eric then got a strange look over his face, and Milly instantly knew what to do. She leaned over her bed, grabbed her tiny trash bin she kept near her vanity, and held it in front of him. Eric vomited, gagging as his back arched as he threw up. Milly rubbed his back, feeling how sweaty his hair was. Eric spit, before panting, and instantly Milly knew either he had gotten the bug, or had food poisoning. Eric looked embarrassed, but Milly brushed back his hair from his eyes, feeling how arm he was.
"It's okay. Hold on..."
She got out of bed, and filled up one of the glasses from the bathroom with cold water, before wetting a face cloth and squeezing it out over the sink. She hurried back, and saw Eric was throwing up again. Instantly she knew something wasn't right. She hurried over, helping him hold the trash bin, before she offered him the water. He shook his head at first, but Milly insisted and told him to take a tiny sip. Eric did so, but nearly choked on it, before Milly gently rubbed the cool cloth over the back of his neck and chest. Milly sat beside him on her bed, before she could feel he was dazed from the fever. He laid his head against her shoulder as she gently stroked his hair, feeling his temperature pulse off him. After the fourth time Eric threw up, she knew enough was enough. She took out a gray T-shirt from Eric's bag, and had him slip it on, even though he was already sweating through it. With help from her, she slowly walked him down the steps, and outside where he squinted, and suddenly looked too pale. Before they even crossed the yard, Eric threw up again in the grass. Milly felt awful, and in the back of her mind hoped it wasn't one of his stupid aunts that gave him something. They got to the back door, and walked through, where a pretty hungover Uncle Hugo was at the kitchen table, drinking black coffee, and munching on toast. He looked startled seeing them, and the fact that Eric was in just his boxers, and a T-shirt. He raised an eyebrow.
"Eric? Milly?"
Milly had to think twice.
"Um, Eric came straight over earlier, I wanted to tan with him, and he told me he didn't feel good. He's been throwing up and he feels warm..."
Uncle Hugo got up without so much as saying another word. He used the back of his hand, and instantly frowned.
"Yeah he's burning up."
He glanced at the clock.
"I'll have to give the doctor a ring. Thanks for bringing him over Milly. Eric, come be a good boy and sit on down..."
Milly showed the gym bag.
"His sneakers are in here. He brought some extra clothes because...we were gonna try to go swimming again. He was trying to make me feel better by going to the pond and..."
She knew she was sputtering off nonsense, and honestly from the look on Hugo's face, he either didn't care, or knew she was lying, and didn't care about that either. He simply nodded, patted her arm and thanked her, taking the gym bag. She instantly thought of the condoms hidden in the side pocket zipped up, and prayed he wouldn't find again, part of him must have known as special as Eric was, he was still a seventeen year old boy with a girlfriend who was attached by the hip with him. Uncle Hugo put the bag down, and smiled at Eric.
"Come on Eric, we'll get you to lay on the couch and call the doctor..."
Eric winced in pain for a second, causing Uncle Hugo to raise an eyebrow, before Milly insisted on helping him lead Eric into the dim living room, which was thankfully cooler, and helped lay him down on the couch. She felt his forehead again and frowned, shaking her head.
"He's burning up..."
Uncle Hugo was already there with a cool damp dishcloth and placed it on Eric's forehead. He made a low muttering noise from the back of his throat, then closed his eyes. Milly knelt beside him, worried, and hating how warm he felt, and how pale he looked. He was perfectly fine last night? She held his hand gently, as Uncle Hugo made the call to the doctor in the next room. Milly knelt there, holding his hand, when faintly she thought she heard the sound of a car horn next door. Not paying attention, she continued holding Eric's hand, while her other hand gently stroked back his sweaty bangs. Uncle Hugo walked in, clearing his throat as he walked over. Milly looked up.
"Is everything okay?"
"Doc is gonna call me right back. Guess there's a bug going around. By the way Milly, your mom and Garry are home. Your brother is running around the yard calling you. You might wanna head over and see what's wrong?"
Milly raised an eyebrow.
"They're home? They weren't supposed to come back until tomorrow..."
Her words trailed off, as she looked down at Eric sleeping, with the pained expression frozen over him as he laid there. She didn't want to leave him, even for a second, but was wondering why everyone was back home so soon? She was thankful they got up when they did. Them coming home by surprise and finding them half naked in bed together might not have gone over so well. She felt confused, and torn. Uncle Hugo patted her arm.
"Go on, I'll stay with him. Doc is gonna call back. You know how he catches things easily. I'm sure it's just a little bug."
Milly sighed, before nodding. Slowly she got up, before leaning over, not caring if she got sick as she brushed some of his sweaty bangs out of the way, before gently kissing his warm forehead.
"I'll be back after I find out what's going on with my mom..."
Uncle Hugo nodded, as she let go of his hand, frowning at how even in his feverish sleep muttered something softly, yet continued sleeping, and hurried through the kitchen, and back door. She hurried back inside, where she found Garry and her mother standing in the kitchen toasting champagne even though it was early in the morning. Luis was running around like a madman with Max chasing him. The second he saw Milly come in through the back door he lit up.
"Milly! Guess what? Guess what?!"
Milly was confused and laughed shaking her head.
"What?"
Luis looked annoyed.
"I was gonna have to head over to Geneva's to come get you! I hate her jerk brother!"
Milly's mother rolled her eyes, before Milly laughed nervously, still confused.
"Eric I think came down with something, I swung by on my way home and he's running a fever...wait what's going on?"
Milly's mother and Garry exchanged a look, before her mother laughed and held out her left hand where a gorgeous diamond ring sparkled.
"Garry proposed last night and I said yes!"
Milly's eyes widened in shock and disbelief
"Oh my GOD!"
She laughed, running over and hugging both her mother and Garry. They all laughed, as they started talking over each other all at once, completely excited when suddenly the loud scream of a siren caused them all to fall silent and freeze.
Her mother raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds like it's coming from next..."
Before she could say anything, Milly spun around and ran out the back door, nearly breaking the screen door as she raced outside. She froze, nearly stumbling when she saw two paramedics load Eric onto a stretcher and into the back of an ambulance, an oxygen mask placed over his pale face, his eyes closed. Milly only caught sight of him for a mere second, before he was loaded in completely, and the doors were slammed shut. Uncle Hugo stood smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk. Milly didn't notice that Garry, her mother, Luis, and Max had all hurried outside to see what all the noise was about.
The ambulance's lights were on, and started speeding down the street, the siren screaming. Milly's eyes widened, before she screamed Eric's name and ran a few steps forward.
"ERIC!"
Uncle Hugo turned and frowned.
"I'm sorry Milly. Eric I think had a seizure. They think his appendix burst. He's going to need surgery."
Milly stood there, white as a sheet. She swayed for a second, when suddenly her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted right there onto the sidewalk.