Chapter Nine
My two-story cabin was not in Canada, but located in our neighbor downstairs. Yes, you guessed it, The great US of A…to be more specific Michigan. The cabin overlooked Lake Michigan, which is why I liked it so much. It was peaceful there. I bought the cabin after my divorce from Ryland. It had all the comforts of my other house, including a whole other wardrobe.
It was a little after sunrise when I arrived. As I got out of the car, I stared up at the empty house and sighed. I didn't want to go in just yet. Instead I went for a walk in the woods that surrounded my house. I took the path I knew the best that led from my side yard, through the winding woods, and down to the lake.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, highlighting the path. A cool lake breeze picked up and I wrapped my arms around my waist gently. Chills raced through me as I continued on my way. I reached the end of the path with surprising quickness. I leaned against a tree and stared out at the lake. It sparkled invitingly in the sunlight and I smiled to myself. That view is what had me hooked on this place. The breeze picked up and I decided that it was time to head back.
Once inside with the front door locked, I inhaled deeply. Ahhh, home. As soon as I thought of home, Tommy's face instantly appeared in my mind's eye. Damn. My happiness was washed away and was replaced by sadness. What's going on with you, Quincy? I sighed deeply. I needed to get him off my mind. A shower or bath usually did the trick.
I headed upstairs and into the bathroom that was adjacent to the master bedroom. When I bought the place, the master bath had an old, small show stall, which bothered me. After I purchased the place, I had a huge, glass-walled steam shower with two showerheads put in. And I also widened it and had a stand-alone claw-foot bathtub put in. Needless to say, this was one of my favorite rooms of the house.
I left the bathroom door open and stripped quickly, leaving my clothes scattered on the black and white tiled floor. I opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I moved to the faucet and turned on the spray. I raised my face into it and ran my hands through my hair. The warm water was comforting and began to relax my body. Why did you have to act like that Tommy? You promised me you wouldn't let me go. You told me you loved me…I sighed and raked my hand to my hair again.
Before I could let my hand drop back down to my side, I felt a body (a naked male body, to be exact) mold against mine and two hands slide up my waist. The hands moved up to my breast and cupped them gently. I knew that body and those hands, so I wasn't alarmed when I dropped my head back onto Tommy's shoulder and looked up into his eyes. Though, how he knew where this place was and how he got in was a mystery. Only 4 people knew where it was and only those 4 people had the keys and Tommy was not one of the four.
His eyes met mine as one hand left my breast and traveled down between my thighs. I sighed in pleasure, but didn't let go of the fact I was still hurt and confused. But I would be damned it I had to say anything first.
"I'm so sorry, Jude." He murmured.
I remained silent as best as I could. He knew what to do with his talented hands. I just looked at him as he continued.
"It's just…I was shocked, Jude. This isn't an everyday thing for me. I'm gonna be a father. A father, Jude. After that thought hit me, I've never been so happy. Hell, I bought the entire bar rounds!" he said, "I wasn't mad or anything. It's just this is huge!"
I didn't really know how to answer to that, so I asked another question. Well, two.
"How did you get here and how the fuck did you get in?"
"Kat and Jamie."
"Huh," That's the last time I give them any of my keys.
I sighed and pushed his hands from between my legs and from my breast and spun around to face him.
"You didn't have to leave." I continued, "I thought you were mad at me and you didn't want the baby…" tears started to filled my eyes, "I thought you were going to leave me."
"Fuck no!" he cried, "I told you I wasn't going to leave you. And I'm definitely not going to walk out on this baby."
"But that doesn't answer why you left, Tommy!"
He sighed. "I'm still the same guy you met, Jude. I'm still an act-first-think-later kinda guy. And I know what it's doing to you and I'm working on changing that." His voice got softer and more gentle.
Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, kissing me hard. Tommy backed me up against the steamy wall and his one arm snaked down and parted my legs. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist in response. I chuckled lightly as he began to move.
"Uh…Quincy, are you still acting before you're thinking?"
He grinned at me. "I'm still working on it."
An hour (okay, two) later, we had gotten out of the shower and I changed into some sweats. I gave Tommy the tour, then settled into the living room. I sat down on the couch while Tommy rifled through my DVD collection.
"I didn't know you liked Audrey Hepburn." He said, sounding surprised.
I smiled. "My mom would always watch them with my dad when Sadie and I were little."
"My mom loved these movies too." He said quietly, picking up Sabrina and putting in the DVD player.
We curled up on the couch and watched the classic. I felt like a teenager again, which is what I felt like 80 of the time when I was with him. After the movie was over, we went into the kitchen and scrounged around the cupboard for something to eat. I only had tons of soup and not much else. Note to self: go grocery shopping.
When we were done with lunch, Tommy and I took a walk along the beach, holding hands. The breeze had picked up again and sent my hair flying into my face, forcing me to stop and let go of Tommy's hand. Due to the fact I had grown out my hair to my waist, I had a hard time getting it all out of my face in a timely matter. Through the red haze, I heard Tommy laughing. Then his hands tunneled through my hair and removed it all from my face.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin atop my head.
"I love you, Jude." He whispered, "You are my life."
"I love you, too." I replied.
I remained in his arms for a while. Now that everything was forgiven, we could move on, heading forward in our new life together. And I felt everything fall into place inside of me. This is how I wanted to spend the rest of my life: with Tommy, in his arms, where nothing could bother me.