St-st-stuffed by Anyta Sunday

Author:Anyta Sunday
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: MM gay romance, love has no boundaries, gay pride, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, bully, second chance, redemption, slow burn, gay virgin, first time, gay for you, only for you, maid, cleaner, cook, helper, nanny, father, family, sons, rocky past
Publisher: Anyta Sunday
Published: 2019-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

15

Green light, right

KARL STARED AT the phone, his feet rooted to the floor, his mind racing. Oh God. Paul.

He blinked. What happened? Would he be okay? Karl slowly lowered into a crouch and picked up the cell. Dialed Paul's number again with shaky fingers. Could he have misunderstood something? Possible. Right? He hoped so.

Someone answered. A stranger's voice. They spoke; he could hardly hear them, except for the words car accident and St Joseph's. He shoved the cell in his pocket. He needed to get to the hospital. Karl shook his head. Was this really happening? He grabbed his key. Frowned. Chucked it to the counter, found the one to the Volvo.

"Charlie, come out here please." He had to get him ready.

When the boy didn't respond, Karl strode into the lounge, flicked the movie off, ignoring the sudden cry. Tucking an arm around him, he picked the boy up and moved to the kitchen. Maybe the boy shouldn't go. Maybe he should stay with Natasha in reception? Karl didn't know how bad it was.

Oh God, how bad was it?

His heart raced, blood pulsed in his ears. How bad?

Might be too much for Charlie to see. Hell, it might be too much for him to see. He didn't do well in a crisis, much less when blood was involved. And not just anyone's blood. That thought was too much to contend with; he shook it off. Focused himself on whether Charlie should come or not. It was late. But what if it's the last chance for him and Paul . . . How could he think that? No, Paul would be fine.

Still, better if Charlie came with him.

He pressed firmly on both of Charlie's shoulders. "We're going to the hospital. Your papa"—his voice croaked, he coughed to continue—"had a little accident." He hoped it was little. It was little. Surely. Paul had rung him. Rung him. "We're going to go see him and make sure he's okay."

Charlie looked into Karl's eyes. "Is papa okay?"

"I hope so." Karl stood abruptly, fished in the pantry for the jar of cookies. Grabbed a handful and stuffed them into Charlie's pockets. "For the trip. Now, let's get your jacket on and get moving."

Charlie buckled into the car, Karl jumped into the front seat. Fired the engine. Now to St. Joseph's. The boy kept asking something, but he only caught half of the words. His mind kept skittering, like he was losing his focus. Why did it bubble inside?

Traffic inched. Karl grieved at how long it was taking to get across town. Another red light. He gritted his teeth, felt the grooves in the wheel dig into his palms.

He beeped the horn when the light changed, and the idiot driver in front didn't move. He readied to roar across the intersection when they approached. Yellow light. He jerked into a brake. It would've been calling it close. He couldn't risk something like that. Not with Charlie in the car. Not considering . . . Paul.

Beautiful Paul. His gray eyes only an hour before searching his own .

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