just aren’t there,” I respond honestly to nobody in particular. He takes my hand in his, “We will be. Eventually.”
If you say so buddy. “I really want an orange.” Take that… wait what? He blinks at me, clearly thinking I’m crazy. I don’t remember thinking that before I said it… how strange.
“Here you go Aunty Maya,” Amel ia says and holds up an orange. “Got it from kitchen.”
“Thanks princess,” peel, peel, peel, peel. Yummy. She skips off happily straight over to Sylvia for a cuddle and a kiss before taking up residence on, yet again, Jacob’s knee. This causes Lucas to look dejected for a moment. I catch his eye across the room and wink. “So, when are we going back?”
“We leave in three hours for the airport,” Sylvia sits on the couch next to Jacob and Amelia. “I love your movies.”
Jacob flashes her his best smile and even Sylvia can’t resist swooning. James gapes as his mother openly flirts and chats with Jacob , even I’m gaping to be fair. I could catch flies with the cave on my face right about now. Look at Sylvia go! Ooooh, she just flipped her hair, now she’s… squeezing his arm! I know that trick. Oh, and the eyelash flutter… she just giggled. Hell. This woman got it bad!
“Shall we watch a movie?” Lucas blurts seeming to notice the stillness of the room as Sinus blocker makes a fool of herself. Although Jacob seems to be reciprocating. At least I thought so until he just gave me that wide eyed look. Yikes. I can feel his psychic waves entering my brain screaming, “SAVE ME!”
James, being the good son that he is, and the grumpy son that he also is squeezes between them, practically sitting on both of their laps. Me and Lucas look at each other and laugh silently.
“I’m thirsty,” I announce. “Anybody want a drink?”
“Lucas will get it,” James says and glares at him mom. “I’m not moving from this seat.” I grin smugly at Lucas and plonk myself on the couch whilst whistling the Star Wars theme tune, it seems like a dramatic enough tune for this moment in time.
“Sitting a bit close to Jacob there aren’t you James?” I motion to the less than an inch gap between them. “I remember once you told me you loved the feel of body heat against you.” I wink at Jacob. “Don’t worry I don’t think he’s sporting wood yet.”
James does the fish motion at me, then he speaks, “I was talking about yours. And he’s male. Don’t be crude.”
“Nothing wrong with being gay James.”
“I am not gay.”
“Homosexual, bi sexual. Whatever you want to label it.”
“You’re pregnant, how did I get you pregnant if I’m gay?” he snaps but jumps from the couch and parks himself between his mom and myself. “Explain that?”
“I’m either a very good looking boy or you’re more confused than originally thought.” Lucas takes this moment to walk in and hand me my drink. I take it from him and grin mischievously, “James is gay.”
“I’m not gay.”
“He did used to like wearing dresses when he was younger,” Sylvia adds thoughtfully. “And lipstick, sometimes heels.”
“I thought you didn’t adopt him until he was like ten or something.”
She chuckles and shakes her head in amusement, “ He was five when I adopted him.” I really should pay better attention. “But he loved dressing up until he was about eleven.” Now I’m listening.
“I hate you both, really hate you both,” James growls and glowers at his mom. “That is not true.”
“Yes it is sweetie,” she waves him off with a flippant hand. “I’ve got pictures. I’ll show Lucas next time. You’d like that right Lucas?” I sure as hell would!
“Yes ma’am,” Lucas snorts and ducks as James throws a pillow at him.
“I like
If you say so buddy. “I really want an orange.” Take that… wait what? He blinks at me, clearly thinking I’m crazy. I don’t remember thinking that before I said it… how strange.
“Here you go Aunty Maya,” Amel ia says and holds up an orange. “Got it from kitchen.”
“Thanks princess,” peel, peel, peel, peel. Yummy. She skips off happily straight over to Sylvia for a cuddle and a kiss before taking up residence on, yet again, Jacob’s knee. This causes Lucas to look dejected for a moment. I catch his eye across the room and wink. “So, when are we going back?”
“We leave in three hours for the airport,” Sylvia sits on the couch next to Jacob and Amelia. “I love your movies.”
Jacob flashes her his best smile and even Sylvia can’t resist swooning. James gapes as his mother openly flirts and chats with Jacob , even I’m gaping to be fair. I could catch flies with the cave on my face right about now. Look at Sylvia go! Ooooh, she just flipped her hair, now she’s… squeezing his arm! I know that trick. Oh, and the eyelash flutter… she just giggled. Hell. This woman got it bad!
“Shall we watch a movie?” Lucas blurts seeming to notice the stillness of the room as Sinus blocker makes a fool of herself. Although Jacob seems to be reciprocating. At least I thought so until he just gave me that wide eyed look. Yikes. I can feel his psychic waves entering my brain screaming, “SAVE ME!”
James, being the good son that he is, and the grumpy son that he also is squeezes between them, practically sitting on both of their laps. Me and Lucas look at each other and laugh silently.
“I’m thirsty,” I announce. “Anybody want a drink?”
“Lucas will get it,” James says and glares at him mom. “I’m not moving from this seat.” I grin smugly at Lucas and plonk myself on the couch whilst whistling the Star Wars theme tune, it seems like a dramatic enough tune for this moment in time.
“Sitting a bit close to Jacob there aren’t you James?” I motion to the less than an inch gap between them. “I remember once you told me you loved the feel of body heat against you.” I wink at Jacob. “Don’t worry I don’t think he’s sporting wood yet.”
James does the fish motion at me, then he speaks, “I was talking about yours. And he’s male. Don’t be crude.”
“Nothing wrong with being gay James.”
“I am not gay.”
“Homosexual, bi sexual. Whatever you want to label it.”
“You’re pregnant, how did I get you pregnant if I’m gay?” he snaps but jumps from the couch and parks himself between his mom and myself. “Explain that?”
“I’m either a very good looking boy or you’re more confused than originally thought.” Lucas takes this moment to walk in and hand me my drink. I take it from him and grin mischievously, “James is gay.”
“I’m not gay.”
“He did used to like wearing dresses when he was younger,” Sylvia adds thoughtfully. “And lipstick, sometimes heels.”
“I thought you didn’t adopt him until he was like ten or something.”
She chuckles and shakes her head in amusement, “ He was five when I adopted him.” I really should pay better attention. “But he loved dressing up until he was about eleven.” Now I’m listening.
“I hate you both, really hate you both,” James growls and glowers at his mom. “That is not true.”
“Yes it is sweetie,” she waves him off with a flippant hand. “I’ve got pictures. I’ll show Lucas next time. You’d like that right Lucas?” I sure as hell would!
“Yes ma’am,” Lucas snorts and ducks as James throws a pillow at him.
“I like
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