Chapter Two-Hundred and Three
John moaned in his sleep, hugging Amelia closer as he dreamed of the day he and Claire's child would be with him.
Claire shook her head at him, gently touching his cheek with the back of her knuckles. "I love you, Sugar." She whispered, kissing his temple.
"So, Cody, what would you like for your birthday?" Jan asked, cutting a piece off of her steak.
Cody shrugged, stuffing some mashed potatoes into his mouth. "I'm just happy to have a good home."
Claire leaned against John's shoulder, steeling a forkful of vegies from his plate. "Okay, what kind of cake do you want?" She smiled as John kissed her, a low hum rumbling in her chest as he kissed down her jaw to just behind her ear.
"How about you two just get a room already?" Cody smirked, watching as John's skilled lips caressed Claire's jawline.
John lifted his middle finger, turning his head as Claire moved to kiss his neck. "Fuck you Cody."
Clarissa opened the door, pausing for a moment as two men from the Child Protective Services smiled at her. "Can I help you?" She asked, noticing the clipboards in their hands.
"Are Mrs. Clarissa Standish?" One of them asked.
"Yes…"
"We're here to talk to you about your foster charge, Johnathan Bender." He tried to push into the house, not letting Clarissa stop him. "We've been informed by a few families at Huntington High, that John may be being hurt in this home."
"They're fucking wrong!" John growled, wrapping his hands in the towel around his neck as water dripped from his hair onto his shoulders. "I've never been hurt in this house."
"John, go upstairs." Clarissa hissed, trying to defuse the timebomb that was John when someone accused them about hurting him.
"No." He growled, pushing her behind him as he shielded her from what he saw as a threat. "Get out of my house." He ordered, his eyes going so black that they almost looked like blackholes.
Clarissa's hand closed around his wrist, using just enough force to ground him. "Johnathan." She shook her head meeting his dark eyes with her own stubbornness. "Stop it."
John tensed as if he was preparing for a fight, before his muscles loosened and he gave in. "I'm gonna go play poker with the guys." He shot one last glare over his shoulder at the guys from the state, before he picked up Amelia and settled her on his hips. "Come on Squirt, let's get away from these pricks."