I took in a breath.
Then I laid it out.
“I gotta tell you, straight out, that I gotta talk to your Dad about what you just told me.”
His head tipped to the side. “Why?”
“’Cause I’m not real sure how you and Kara think it’s gonna go is how it’s gonna go.”
He looked a little confused and a little scared as he studied me. “Are you and Dad not, like, hooked up? I mean, are you not the Sylvie from his back? Before we met you, he told us your name and he told us that he’d known you from a long time ago, so we just figured you were that Sylvie.”
Shit!
“We are hooked up,” I said quietly. “Very. And I am that Sylvie. It’s just that I need to tell him what you and Kara expect for your future. Or, maybe, if you feel up to it, you both should talk to him about it. That would actually be better.”
The confusion left, the fear escalated and I knew I was not handling this well at all.
God, should I call Creed over?
“Does Dad not want us to live with him?” Brand asked.
I so totally should call Creed over but I couldn’t since I figured the priority was dealing with Brand’s escalating fear immediately.
“He does,” I answered. “Definitely. He misses you kids. He talks about you lots. He loves you to bits. But, it’s just –”
“Do you not want us to live with him?”
God!
What the fuck should I do?
Crap. I had to do what I always did.
Give it to him honestly.
“Yes,” I stated. “In a perfect world, yes. I think you kids are the business. You’re funny and smart and if I get some practice in, I am so getting my fair share of the pizzookie.”
That got me a small grin, I took heart in that so I kept going.
“So if you were around, I’d have lots of practice. But I’ve also met your Mom and I liked her a lot. She’s awesome. She still cares about your Dad and she totally loves both of you. For your Dad to have you, that would mean her losing you. It sucks, babe, you’re young and this is heavy stuff. My Mom and Dad were divorced and it’s not fun, sharing time, wanting both, only getting one at a time.”
Okay, part of that was a lie but I had to roll with it, so I kept doing that.
“And, for a while, until you’re old enough to do it for yourselves, your Dad and Mom have got to decide what’s best for you. I’m here to listen and happy to do it but they make the decisions. You just gotta tell them where you’re head is at and I don’t just mean you. Kara too. Your Dad has told me she and your Mom kinda don’t get along and it worries your Dad and probably really worries your Mom. She should know what’s up with Kara so she and your sister can work that out. You with me?”
“I think so,” Brand replied.
I nodded. “So, you do what you want but I suggest you talk to your Dad about all this. I don’t want to burst your bubble but it’s the right thing to do. That said, sorry if it freaks you out, babe, but I’ll be telling your Dad about this. Sometimes we’re gonna have just you and me talks. Hopefully, I’ll get the same with Kara. But sometimes, if it’s really important, like this, I’ll have to make the decision to tell your Dad and I hope you trust me to do right by you when I do.”
His mouth moved around and he looked at the yard. I looked too and saw that Creed totally missed my vibe and was now, with Theo on his shoulders, playing hide and seek with Adam, Kara and Leslie.
Shit.
When I got nothing back from Brand, I looked at him and asked, “Brand, you okay?”
“I think I’ll talk to him.”
Like his Dad, something weighed heavy on his mind, he went silent in order to think about it.
And he just proved he was a smart kid and brave.
Thank God.
“You think I should talk to him just me and him or do you think Kara should be with us?” he asked quietly.
“I don’t know you guys enough to know how to answer that,” I replied honestly. “What do you think?”
“She might clam up if she’s there. She might get mad if I talk to Dad behind her back.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
He looked at me. “What?”
“If she makes the decision not to participate in the discussion, it’s her decision to make. But you should try not to make anyone mad and if you know it might happen, you should avoid doing what you’re gonna do to make them mad. There are times, but it’s rare, when it’s okay to talk behind someone’s back or break a confidence. This, just my opinion,” I shrugged, “is not one of those times.”
“I’ll talk to him when she’s there,” Brand decided.
“Good call,” I muttered.
We fell silent.
Theo’s giggle pierced the air.
“You’re really, pretty, totally cool, Sylvie,” Brand whispered into the silence.
Okay, good.
No, fucking great.
I survived that minefield.
Fucking awesome.
“You’re really, pretty, totally cool too, Brand,” I replied.
“Awesome,” he kept whispering.
I grinned.
Adam found Creed and Theo, not hard since Theo was making so much noise, and it was Adam’s turn to giggle.
Yes, this was it.
The life.
My grin turned into a smile.
Creed stifled the groan of his orgasm in my neck.
I held on with all four limbs as he did and I kept holding on as he stayed seated inside me and came down.
When his breathing started to even out, I whispered, “Right, I seriously liked it, in a big way, but what was that?”
It was late. A lot later than I expected to be in Creed’s bed, in his hotel room with Creed. It was also hours later than I expected to get his call and I didn’t expect his call to include him saying, “Get over here. Now. Bring the oil,” before he hung up.
I got over there as soon as I could, which, admittedly, included me driving a little bit more than my normal crazy, and I brought the oil.
The minute I arrived, I barely knocked twice before the door was opened, I was in and Creed was on me.
He didn’t speak. What he did do was do me up the ass, fuck me normally and make me come three times before he found it.
I let this happen because he was being silent and broody, except a lot hotter since he was fucking me while doing it.
Now, I wanted to know what was going on.
He lifted his head and declared, “You’re staying with me in two weeks when we go down to Phoenix. No more of this hotel bullshit.”
“Uh,” I proceeded cautiously, “not sure I’m down with that, baby. It’s too soon.”
“If Brand lays shit on you like he laid on you tonight, then it’s not too soon.”
There it was.
They had the talk.
“Tell me what’s happening,” I encouraged on an arm squeeze.
He pulled out gently and rolled off to settle on his back in the bed. Once there, he lifted both hands and swiped his face.
I rolled to my side, plastering my front to his and got up on a forearm.
“Creed, baby,” I called.
He dropped his hands, rolled toward me and got up on his elbow, head in his hand.
“You told me that shit went down and since you suggested the kids have a chat with me, they did.”
I dropped down to lie like him and prompted, “Okay.”
“So they shared their shit and I was right. Kara likes you. Rabidly. She thinks you’re the key to gettin’ me back. And, as you know, she thinks her Mom’s the reason why she lost me.”
“Right,” I said softly when he stopped speaking, so Creed started speaking again.
“I had no choice but to share that shit with Chelle. This meant I had no choice but to listen to Chelle bawlin’ her eyes out and workin’ out with her what we’re gonna do about Kara. This, for some fuckin’ reason, led to her goin’ back over, a-fuckin’-gain, how she trapped me into marriage and how I needed to be free of the burden of guilt for our marriage not workin’. Except, unlike the seven hundred fuckin’ times we went over that shit before, she wouldn’t let it go. She kept at me. For-fuckin’-ever. It was only when I said I’d let that go did she calm down. Then she started up again bawlin’, but this time it was about how happy she was for me and how you were the shit ‘cause you bein’ around meant we were workin’ all this out.”