A/N: :) Thank you to all my readers who are so patient with my unpredictable updates. Life is a lot more hectic now that I'm working and I hardly get the time to actually sit down and write. But anyway here's the update and also thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 31. I'm sorry I haven't been able to provide personal feed back as I normally do with all the reviews. I assure you personal feedback for all reviews will resume with this chapter. Thanks everyone! This chapter is in Jared's POV. enjoy.
For a long time he always knew that there was something really special between his mother and father. It took him a while before he actually realized just what exactly was so special between them. Because just when he thought he had it all figured out, he realized it wasn't all those smiles, the laughs or all those disgusting kisses that made them special. It was something so much more than that.
There were times he thought it was all rather silly because he was sure that whatever it was that was special could only be a finite type of special. Surely they didn't need to make whatever it was that was special even more special than it already was. The entire notion confused him as he aimlessly pondered theory after theory, week after week.
It had even become a little experiment.
The first thing he noticed were the smiles they shared. The way his mother's eyes glowed and the way his father's eyes softened. It was the way they locked eyes and shared that smile that they only seemed to savour for each other. And it didn't matter whether it was in the morning at breakfast or whether they were at another one of his mother's dinner functions. It didn't seem to matter whether the world was watching them or whether it was just him in his checker pattern pyjamas waiting patiently to be tucked in for the night.
Then it was in every laugh they shared. It was the way his mother's lips curled and the way her face shivered with pure happiness when she laughed with his father. It was the way his father mimicked her expression and laughed with the purest of delights. It was as if their laughter alone was music to each other's ears.
Sometimes he wondered if they knew how oblivious they were. He wondered if they knew that even at the most glamorous dinner functions or the most expensive restaurants that they still seemed oblivious to everything around them. He wondered if they even listened to the people behind the cameras shouting for them to pose or if they even paid attention to the cameras when they were flashing in their direction at all.
He was sure it was the way they looked at each other. The way his mother's eyes warmed with one simple glimpse of his father walking through those doors after a long day at another one of his missions. It was the way his father looked at her as if she were the only woman in the entire room at one of those dinner functions they were attending. It was as if they had eyes only for each other no matter where they were. It didn't matter if they were at a dinner or just at home having their family dinner.
But it was also the way their voices lowered when they spoke to each other. The way his mother's tone grew calmer and the way she seemed suddenly at ease even though she had spent an entire day at dull meetings. It was the way his father's voice lingered an echo at every end of his sentences when he spoke to her as if he were quietly sending secret messages through the mere tone of his voice. He was sure there was always some hidden meaning or some secret language they spoke that only they could understand.
He thought curiously one evening that perhaps whatever special thing it was had something to do with their smiles, laughs, looks and voices. He thought maybe it was a combined accumulation of all four that somehow summed up into that special thing. And for a few days following that thought he was sure he had it all figured out.
That was until he happened to barely peek into his parent's room that one early morning to witness his father hugging his mother. They seemed slightly awkward looking from the way his mother's pregnant stomach jutted into his father's side. But his father seemed completely ignorant of the uncomfortable looking protrusion at his side. Instead his father looked at ease and as if just standing there holding his mother were the most natural thing to do.
It was then that he realized that the special thing between them was not their smiles or their laughter, the tone of their voices or the way they looked at each other. The special thing between them was them and them alone. It was the way they seemed to complete each other's world. It was as if they were two puzzles coming together to complete one bigger puzzle.
"Enjoying the view, Jared?" his mother's comical tone murmured softly.
He widened his eyes as he watched his mother turned slowly to him. He noticed how warm and welcoming her gaze was and instantly was sure he was not about to endure a 'talk' about spying on them.
"Ahh…Jared my boy," his father greeted smiling widely as he outstretched his hand and murmured, "Come join us."
He beamed a grin as he quickly forgot about his theory about his parents. It seemed to almost drift away in his thoughts as his father playfully tickled him.