Held by Magdalin Laine

Author:Magdalin Laine [Laine, Magdalin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798608273216
Published: 2020-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

Eight

The weeks went by, and what Darius said about time easing the pain was true. For the most part. The nightmares weren’t so bad anymore, and life went on whether I was ready for it or not. Now it was Thanksgiving, we were standing in front of my old house with a store-bought pie in hand. Having just stepped out of his car, I turned to him and smoothed the crease of his suit collar. Darius was squinting as he watched down the street, “We shouldn’t leave the car out here in the open, those guys down there are looking at it.”

“We probably shouldn’t have brought the car…” I agreed. I followed his line of site a couple houses down to the group of men tossing a football. Most of them stood stiff in the cold weather, having a smoke. “They’re just the Foster’s boys. If they touch the car, I’ll tell their mother.” I went to go open the gate, but Darius grabbed my arm.

“I’m going to say something stupid,” he said. “I’m good at a lot of things, but I’m really bad at this stuff.”

I looked back at him, stepping back toward him, smiling. I leaned up to kiss his lips lightly. “You’re going to be great,” I said, and pulled him with me through the gate, up the steps and knocked on the door. It was opened by James, who looked up at us with that same bright smile that I remembered on Logan’s face. But then again, he had Ryan’s blue eyes. So it still seemed like a toss-up over who sired him.

“They’re here!” he yelled in his squeaky voice. He grabbed for Darius’s free hand since mine was taken up with the pie. He dragged us inside all the way to the kitchen. I looked around and realized they had cleaned up a lot. It was like walking into a commercial for Lysol and Febreze, until I hit the kitchen where my nose was saved with smells of butter soaked salty food. No Thanksgiving had ever smelled this good before.

Ryan had an apron on, the pink floral one that Mom used twenty years ago. He was stirring something in a pot on the stove. “Do you want to taste this?” he asked, “I think I fucked up.” I walked up beside him, taking the spoon and placing the pie on the counter. I dipped the spoon into what appeared to be gravy and tasted it with the tip of my tongue. “Hi, by the way,” he said. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, it’s a little salty,” I told him. He looked honestly offended. “But don’t worry, the turkey’s going to soak it right up, and it’ll be perfect then,” I patted his shoulder, handing back the spoon. “And hi. How are you doing? Oh, by the way, this is Darius,” I gestured behind me to where I thought he was standing, but little James had pulled him away to the other side of the room to show him his toy truck.

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