Ever Get That Feeling?

“WAKE UP!” Chase yelled, pounding on my locked door. I groaned, digging my head against . . .

Oh My God! I’m snuggling with Mr. Sex God himself! Okay, Kyle, take a deep breath, breathe in . . . and out . . .

In and out . . .

“Kyle!” Chase’s voice now had that oh-so-annoying six-year-old tone to it.

Please, just go away. Why did the little brat have to come wake me up? I’ve just had the most wonderful night of my life and I don’t ever want to get up . . . I want to stay in his arms . . .

Okay, okay, so we didn’t do much. I mean come on, the two little ‘Angels’ were down the hall on the other side of the house. Not like we could have -ahem went all the way, without risking them hearing us or something.

Oh my . . . just thinking that makes me turn so hot . . . mmm . . .

All we did was . . . Gah . . . now I can’t even think it without blushing like an idiot . . .

Hehe . . . um, we just pleasured each other, then . . . fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Speaking of, Cole looks so peaceful when he’s asleep.

I just want to run my fingers through his dark hair.

Heck . . .

Biting my lip, I reached out, gently brushing my fingers through Cole’s hair.

Cole blinked, opening his eyes, giving me an amused, but pleased look. “Morning to you, too,” he said, making me blush.

“Uh, morning . . . ”

“Kyle, if you don’t get up this instant, I will pick this lock and come in,” Chase threatened, sounding so much older then he was.

What?! Oh no . . . he can’t do that . . .

We’re both naked!

I jumped up from the bed, “Chase, go play with Allison,” I yelled, blushing when Cole grabbed my arm, pulling me back on the bed. I gave out a little yelp of surprise, finding myself in his arms. “We’re up,” I managed to finish what I’d been trying to say.”

“Cole,” I quietly hissed when he started to kiss my neck.

Cole only chuckled, kissing my shoulder blade, then down my spine. I shivered, leaning into his touches and kisses, my eyes slipping closed.

“Aww,” I could hear Chase pout, “you’re no fun, Kyle.” I heard footsteps fade, assuming Chase had walked away from my door.

I struggled to get away from Cole, though to be honest, I really would rather stay in his arms, feeling his feather soft lips on my skin.

“Let me go,” I said. I then smirked. Hehe . . . I will show him.

Suddenly, as not to give Cole any chance to see what was happening, I bucked back against him, hard, pressing my butt against his cock.

Of course this made Cole gasp, his arms around me loosening up enough for me to slip away.

Haha, take that!

Laughing, I pulled away from Cole, running across the room and into my bathroom.

“That was dirty,” I could hear Cole yell after me. I just laughed.

“Mwhaha, you deserved it,” I called through the bathroom door.

“You are so mean,” Cole groaned. I could only imagine the annoyed look on his face, because now he was left with a little problem thanks to yours truly.

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I blinked, hanging up the phone. Cole looked up from where he was reading aloud to Chase and Allison, giving me a curious look.

He closed the book, book marking the page. “What was that call about, Kyle?” he asked, seeing the surprised look in my eyes.

“That was your mother,” I said, getting up from the couch. I walked over to Cole, gently placing my hands on his shoulders. “She said she wanted to . . . ”

I glanced at Allison and Chase, who were both giving me interested looks.

“We should talk in my room,” I pulled Cole up, “you kids play nice now,” I said, as I dragged Cole to my bedroom.

Cole turned to face me, once inside the room. “What did she want?” He asked, his voice angry. He crossed his arms. And, was it me or was his hands shaking?

“She said she wanted to see Allison again,” I murmured, not understanding at all why Cole seemed so angry.

I stepped toward him, “what’s wrong?”

“Allison . . . when she was born, she was a blue baby; she had a congenital heart defect. Her pulmonary artery was too narrow to allow sufficient blood to pass into her lungs for oxygenation.” Cole said, his eyes closing.

“She was so blue when she came out of our mother . . . This defect is what eventually caused her to be mute . . . she wasn’t expected to survive and there was the chance of paralyzation too, but we were lucky . . . ”

Cole looked down, “mother was . . . she was . . . appalled that she’d birthed something with a heart defect that caused a disability . . . ”

Cole bitterly chuckled, “she was always a vain woman . . . she saw beauty above all things . . . Things had to be perfect and just right for her . . . ”

I just stood stock still as I listened to all of this. I couldn’t . . . I didn’t want to believe that any mother would ever do that to her own child. It’s . . . it’s heartless and cruel . . .

It’s terrible . . .

I didn’t even realize the tears were streaming down my cheeks, until Cole’s fingers were stroking my cheek . . .

I stepped into Cole’s arms and cried. Cole held me tight.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I had no idea . . . ”

“Shh, Allison is relatively fine now, just without her voice . . . but mother couldn’t put up with all the special attention Allison needed as a baby and left . . . just without a word one day . . . ” My grip on Cole tightened, as I gritted my teeth.

Special attention! Like love and care! What every child needs! She couldn’t put up with visits to the hospital . . . ? She couldn’t hold Allison’s hand as she silently cried; doctors poking her with needles and who knows what else, as they tried to find ways to help her be a strong vibrant child.

She couldn’t put up with sitting with her husband, holding his hand as he cried into his hands, Allison being in surgery. I don’t know much, but if an infant’s pulmonary artery is too narrow it has to be surgically corrected.

What kind of mother is that!?

“Why is she calling?” Cole whispered, voicing my own thoughts. Why after all this time is she calling? “How did she know to call here?” Cole asked next.

“She called your house . . . and someone named ‘Jai’ answered the phone,” I responded. “He told her we were here with Allison . . . and gave her my phone number . . . ” His father, I assumed. But maybe not . . . because would his father so readily give the lady my number?

“She called and asked me to give you a message. She said she didn’t want her first time speaking to you again being over the phone.”

“I was eleven when she left,” Cole murmured.

His grip on me tightened, his nails digging into my skin, though I far from cared. “I was freaking eleven and she left me with a terrified father and a dying sister!”

Now tears were streaming down Cole’s face, as he relived his past; I assumed that was what caused the hot tears.

“God, Kyle . . . I don’t think I can see her again . . . how are we supposed to explain this to Allison . . . she . . . doesn’t know why mother left . . . ”

“Dad always said when she was old enough to understand, we’d tell her . . . but we . . . couldn’t do it!”

“Shh . . . one step at a time,” I said, kissing Cole’s cheek.

“Your mother’s message was ‘I’m sorry.’”

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