Chapter 16: What'll Happen to Us?
Three years passed and Christopher was growing strong like his daddy. Growing to love soccer with his dad and listening to his mom sing. The boy was spoiled and the couple wanted it that way. It got better for Kira, while she was giving guitar lessons at the cyber café and a manager walked in and was captivated by her voice. The next thing Kira knew, she was achieving her dream as a singer. Conner was still working as a soccer coach at the local school, but Kira was sure that he'll make his dream one day.
One morning, Kira woke up with the feeling of her husband's arms wrapped around her waist and it felt great. A smile came across her face as she snuggled up against Conner's chest. "Morning sleepyhead," he greeted. She looked up into her husband's face.
"Morning, handsome," she greeted back.
He kissed her forehead and held her to him. It was the greatest feeling in the world and that was the warmth of her body against his. "We should probably get out of bed," she murmured.
"Do we have to?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied.
Conner sighed and was about to get out of bed when he felt a body collide into his that made him fall back against the bed. "MORNING!" Christopher shouted. Conner and Kira chuckled at their son before Conner pulled the boy down to bed.
"Morning, munchkin," Kira greeted.
"Up, up," Christopher urged.
"What are you telling my son?" He asked.
"Your son? I thought he was our son?"
Conner grinned before getting out of bed and taking Christopher with him. Kira stayed in bed a bit longer watching as her husband and son left the room. She looked over at the nightstand to find the family photo that was taken a couple of months after Christopher was taken off the O2. Her tiny baby had grown strong and it made Kira feel relieved. Conner assured her that he had the McKnight genes and McKnight's are strong willed people. And Conner was right. She got out of bed and went downstairs.
Conner was eating cereal with their son and Kira ruffled her husband's hair. "Aren't you a little old to be playing the games on the back of those boxes?" She teased.
"Well, it's better than listening to our son watching 'Teletubbies' when he was younger," Conner pointed out.
Kira nodded before pouring her breakfast. "You better hurry up, you're going to visit Grandma and Grandpa," she informed.
"YAY!" Christopher shouted.
They smiled as the boy jumped up from his chair and ran upstairs. "To think it feels like yesterday he wasn't any bigger than the teddy bear your brother gave him," she commented. Conner reached across the table and held her hand. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and then she cleaned up the breakfast dishes.
"Come on, buddy," Conner called.
Christopher ran downstairs with his stuffed T-Rex under his arm. A gift that Conner gave him a little bit after he came home from the hospital. "Kira, we're leaving, babe," Conner called.
"No calling me babe and okay," Kira called back.
Conner grinned as he walked out of the house and scooped his son up into his arms and set him into the car in his safety seat. "Are we ready to rock 'n' roll?" Conner asked. Christopher held his thumb up.
"Let's go, daddy," Christopher replied.
"All right," Conner chuckled.
He got into the front seat and drove off.
When Conner got home, he found a note sitting on the refrigerator and read it.
Conner,
Greg called and wanted to meet me about a new song that I made. I'll be back in a bit. Love you.
Kira
Ps. Don't call me 'babe'
A smile displayed across Conner's face and then he went to surprise Kira at the studio.
(At the Studio)
Kira came in with her guitar. "Greg, I'm here," she announced. Greg got up from his desk and smiled at her.
He was a man in his early thirties. He had brown hair, green eyes, and he was wearing a business suit.
Kira smiled as she sat down. "So, what song did you want to go through?" She asked.
"How about that song, 'Freak You Out' that your friends love to hear?" He suggested.
Kira picked up her guitar and started to sing. Not knowing that her manager was watching with lust in his eyes.
(Five Minutes Later)
"Thanks, Greg, for everything," she told him. Before Kira could leave, Greg grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss.
Conner was walking down the hall and turned the corner and his heart broke at the sight. His wife was kissing another man. He turned and walked away.
Kira pulled back and punched him in the jaw. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.
"That's what you wanted isn't it?" He asked.
"NO! It wasn't," she snapped.
She grabbed her guitar and stormed away.
When Kira got home. She walked in and found Conner sitting in the living room angry. "Sweet heart, what's wrong?" She asked.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked.
"What?"
"Your affair with Greg. How long has that affair been going on?"
Kira's heart stopped. Conner saw the kiss. "Conner...I can explain..." she insisted.
"Right, sure you can," he mumbled.
He got up and stormed upstairs. "Where are you going?" She asked. She followed Conner upstairs.
Conner grabbed his red duffel and started throwing thins in it. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Listen, Kira. I need to cool off for a few days. I'll be over at Eric's if you need me," he replied.
"Conner, don't do this," she begged.
She hurried over and grabbed his hand. "Please," she begged. Conner pulled her hand away and zipped his duffel up. She then followed him downstairs. "What'll happen to us?" She asked. He sighed as he stopped before walking out the front door.
"I'm not sure, Kira. I need time to myself," he replied.
Kira watched with tear filled eyes as Conner walked out the door and slammed it behind him. Kira fell to the chair with her hand to her face in tears.
Conner tossed his duffel into the car and got in. He looked back at the house before starting the ignition and drove off with a single tear sliding down his cheek.