Chapter 17: A Step Closer
Saturday arrived sooner then expected and Cole had settled in for a week already. Junior was becoming more and more attached to Cole as days passed. He grew fonder of Cole everyday. Phoebe was happy that Junior finally had someone his own kind to talk to and play with. However, she did miss the special bonding that he and her shared. Maybe it was just her being selfish, because she's so used to spending time with him after school, but now when she got home, he was already home hanging with his father and telling him his day, and she felt somewhat left out.
Lying relaxingly in the bathtub with fluffy white bubbles surrounding her, she closed her eyes and remembering the moment when they took their last family picture:
"See, I told you I could do it." Cole said, letting go of her waist and walking over to the camera that was sitting on the stand in the middle of the room.
"I didn't say you couldn't." Phoebe replied, standing up. "I said...you...ok, maybe I did."
"See." Cole smiled, and walked toward her and pulled her for a passionate embrace and lost himself in it.
Kissing her softly first, then furious as the heat between them grew intense and fiery. Slid his thumbs up her shirt inch by inch, he quickly pulled in over her head and then lifted her up her feet and carried her to their bed.
"Cole." Phoebe moaned, yearning for him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her body was colliding with his forcefully.
"What is it baby?" Cole took a break between kisses and moved to her neck.
"Don't—don't ever leave me." She uttered, breathlessly.
"That's one promise I will never break." Cole whispered huskily to her ears.
Pulling him away, and looked him in the eyes with uncertainty, he quickly reassured her.
"We're a family now Phoebe," he said, moving his hand towards her stomach. "Nothing can tear us apart. Nothing. That, I promise you."
Those were his last words that she remembered vividly: Suddenly a drop of tear strolled down her cheeks, then followed by an abundant of new droplets.
"You lied to me." She whispered hoarsely. "You lied to me."
Just as that was said, a knock pounded on the door, causing her to swipe off the tears and jumped up.
"Uh, Phoebe, are you almost done?" came Cole's voice. "I really need to use the restroom."
"Uh, just a moment." Quickly gotten up, she wrapped a towel around her and stepped out of the tub, and opened the door.
Standing crisscrossed legs, Cole rushed in. "Sorry to rush, but I really got to go."
"I can tell." She sarcastically remarked.
Took a deep she stood there and wait quietly.
Lurking around the bathroom, Cole found Phoebe clothes and undergarment were scattered around the tub. Finished washing his hand, he walked over and picked up her shirt and inhaled her scent. It was as sweet as he had remembered. So delicate and light.
His blood boiled as the scent traveled through his system. A tingling sensation popped through his veins. Lightly dropped it back to its previous position, he got up and opened the door and found Phoebe waiting near by the door, looking down.
"All yours." Cole interrupted her reverie.
"Huh?" She looked up, to find his blue eyes glaring at her. "Oh." She quickly looked down again and headed back to the bathroom.
Seeing her in a towel doesn't help much, and he couldn't resist but called her name, "Phoebe,"
"Yeah?" She turned around.
"Never mind." He said lowly and walked away.
A slight frown formed, wrinkled up her head, but she decided to ignore it and go about her way.
"Daddy, how do I look?" Junior turned to Cole, who just entered the room.
"Very sharp." Cole complimented, with a smile.
"What's sharp, Daddy?" Junior looked up at Cole, while playing with his black bow, which matches with his black tux.
"It means very handsome." Cole answered, kneeling down and fixed his bow tie.
Just minutes later, Phoebe walked in, in her robe.
"Well now, don't you just look dashing?"
"Daddy said I'm handsome." Junior said.
"Well, Daddy's right." Phoebe kneeled down and pulled him in her arms and kissed his cheek. "You're a very handsome boy."
"Mommy, can Daddy go with us to celebrate your birthday?" Junior asked abruptly.
Cursed to herself, she clenched her teeth, and answered, "Sure. Why not? The more the merrier."
"It's ok; I'll stay and watch the penthouse." Cole turned down the offer.
"Cole, you're not a house dog." Phoebe turned to him, "It'll be fun."
"I better not." Cole declined it again.
"Please Daddy." Junior entreated, with his hand clasped together and put on the puppy face. "For me."
"That's not going to work on me." Cole said, tickling him under his chin causing him to close up his chin and neck, he laughed and shook his head wildly.
"Ok, whatever makes you happy." Phoebe let go of Junior and got up, "I'm going to get dressed."
"Phoebe." Cole called after her out in the hallway.
Twirled around she looked at him. She looked so vulnerable and tender and beautiful. Her hair was down and wet, with a slight bit of waviness.
"Uh, never mind." He said. Words seemed to be tied up together every time he looked at her.
Said nothing, she turned and walked to her room.
Saturday arrived sooner then expected and Cole had settled in for a week already. Junior was becoming more and more attached to Cole as days passed. He grew fonder of Cole everyday. Phoebe was happy that Junior finally had someone his own kind to talk to and play with. However, she did miss the special bonding that he and her shared. Maybe it was just her being selfish, because she's so used to spending time with him after school, but now when she got home, he was already home hanging with his father and telling him his day, and she felt somewhat left out.
Lying relaxingly in the bathtub with fluffy white bubbles surrounding her, she closed her eyes and remembering the moment when they took their last family picture:
"See, I told you I could do it." Cole said, letting go of her waist and walking over to the camera that was sitting on the stand in the middle of the room.
"I didn't say you couldn't." Phoebe replied, standing up. "I said...you...ok, maybe I did."
"See." Cole smiled, and walked toward her and pulled her for a passionate embrace and lost himself in it.
Kissing her softly first, then furious as the heat between them grew intense and fiery. Slid his thumbs up her shirt inch by inch, he quickly pulled in over her head and then lifted her up her feet and carried her to their bed.
"Cole." Phoebe moaned, yearning for him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her body was colliding with his forcefully.
"What is it baby?" Cole took a break between kisses and moved to her neck.
"Don't—don't ever leave me." She uttered, breathlessly.
"That's one promise I will never break." Cole whispered huskily to her ears.
Pulling him away, and looked him in the eyes with uncertainty, he quickly reassured her.
"We're a family now Phoebe," he said, moving his hand towards her stomach. "Nothing can tear us apart. Nothing. That, I promise you."
Those were his last words that she remembered vividly: Suddenly a drop of tear strolled down her cheeks, then followed by an abundant of new droplets.
"You lied to me." She whispered hoarsely. "You lied to me."
Just as that was said, a knock pounded on the door, causing her to swipe off the tears and jumped up.
"Uh, Phoebe, are you almost done?" came Cole's voice. "I really need to use the restroom."
"Uh, just a moment." Quickly gotten up, she wrapped a towel around her and stepped out of the tub, and opened the door.
Standing crisscrossed legs, Cole rushed in. "Sorry to rush, but I really got to go."
"I can tell." She sarcastically remarked.
Took a deep she stood there and wait quietly.
Lurking around the bathroom, Cole found Phoebe clothes and undergarment were scattered around the tub. Finished washing his hand, he walked over and picked up her shirt and inhaled her scent. It was as sweet as he had remembered. So delicate and light.
His blood boiled as the scent traveled through his system. A tingling sensation popped through his veins. Lightly dropped it back to its previous position, he got up and opened the door and found Phoebe waiting near by the door, looking down.
"All yours." Cole interrupted her reverie.
"Huh?" She looked up, to find his blue eyes glaring at her. "Oh." She quickly looked down again and headed back to the bathroom.
Seeing her in a towel doesn't help much, and he couldn't resist but called her name, "Phoebe,"
"Yeah?" She turned around.
"Never mind." He said lowly and walked away.
A slight frown formed, wrinkled up her head, but she decided to ignore it and go about her way.
"Daddy, how do I look?" Junior turned to Cole, who just entered the room.
"Very sharp." Cole complimented, with a smile.
"What's sharp, Daddy?" Junior looked up at Cole, while playing with his black bow, which matches with his black tux.
"It means very handsome." Cole answered, kneeling down and fixed his bow tie.
Just minutes later, Phoebe walked in, in her robe.
"Well now, don't you just look dashing?"
"Daddy said I'm handsome." Junior said.
"Well, Daddy's right." Phoebe kneeled down and pulled him in her arms and kissed his cheek. "You're a very handsome boy."
"Mommy, can Daddy go with us to celebrate your birthday?" Junior asked abruptly.
Cursed to herself, she clenched her teeth, and answered, "Sure. Why not? The more the merrier."
"It's ok; I'll stay and watch the penthouse." Cole turned down the offer.
"Cole, you're not a house dog." Phoebe turned to him, "It'll be fun."
"I better not." Cole declined it again.
"Please Daddy." Junior entreated, with his hand clasped together and put on the puppy face. "For me."
"That's not going to work on me." Cole said, tickling him under his chin causing him to close up his chin and neck, he laughed and shook his head wildly.
"Ok, whatever makes you happy." Phoebe let go of Junior and got up, "I'm going to get dressed."
"Phoebe." Cole called after her out in the hallway.
Twirled around she looked at him. She looked so vulnerable and tender and beautiful. Her hair was down and wet, with a slight bit of waviness.
"Uh, never mind." He said. Words seemed to be tied up together every time he looked at her.
Said nothing, she turned and walked to her room.