Chapter 5 Staying
Ian started to stir and was shocked to see me having a civil conversation with one of his family members, well a civil conversation in general.
"Hey sleepyhead." I greet him giving his temple a kiss "Sleep better?"
"In your arms, yeah." Ian says with a smile that warms my heart. God I was in deep with this kid.
"Then I ain't going nowhere." I tell him.
"Little brother, think you can get out of bed so I can wash the sheets." Fiona says "Think you could take a shower?"
"I don't know." Ian says "Maybe."
"Come on Fire Crotch let's get you in the shower." I tell him
"But I'm so comfortable here." Ian says as he snuggles his head into my chest
"Fire crotch?" asks Fiona. Shit, I feel my face getting red, the only time its ever gotten red is when there's blood on it. Shit, never have I Mickey Milkovich fucking blushed. "You know what I don't want to know. Mickey if you can get him to take a shower more power to you. I'm getting out."
"Mick, my cast." Says Ian. I know he's going to fight this, just not sure why.
"Then I'll take a sponge to you." I tell him as I go for his shirt and his hand goes to stop me. "Hey what is it?"
"Scars." That's when I realize, it's the burns on his skin, he's afraid for me to see. I sort of forgot they were there. I place a kiss on the part of his scar peeking out from under his shirt.
"What about them?" I ask
"You always liked my body." Ian says quietly 'And now." He doesn't finish his thought, but I know what he's thinking.
"The scars just make you fucking sexier." I tell him
"You're just saying that." Ian says. I hear the fear in his voice that he's right, which is bullshit.
"No I'm not." I carefully help him sit up so he can look into my eyes and I know with the words I'm about to say I'll be letting my entire fucking guard down and basically opening up my heart, something a Milkovich has never done. What surprises me more is that because it's in front of Ian, I don't give a fuck. "So you came home with a cast, and you have some visible scars, chances are probably some invisible ones to. I don't care about any of that, I'll help you however you need, because you came home. That's what I see, I see you home, in my arms where you fucking belong." I could see tears forming in Ian's eyes, I fucking hate tears, I hate them more on Ian than anyone else, but I also know they're tears because this is the most honest I've ever been talking about my feelings. I kiss him for emphasis "I ain't going anywhere just because of some fucking scars."
"Maybe a shower isn't so bad." Ian smiles