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Dad put his hand on my arm. “Lo, what’s wrong?”
Facing Dad and Mom, “I know that there’s something bad going on. You aren’t saying what it is, but I know. You don’t cry for just anything, Dad.”
Mom gasps. “Lo, it’s…”
“No, please Mom, don’t lie to me. Please,” I start to cry. “Is your cancer back? Is that why you were both crying? I’m not a little kid. I’ve not been since you were sick the first time. Don’t start treating me like I am now.”
Mom starts crying and moves to kneel next to me. “Baby, I know you aren’t a little kid anymore. You’re my big boy and I love you dearly.”
“Then tell me the truth,” I plead, tears falling helplessly down my cheeks.
“My cancer came back,” Mom whispers.
“More treatment?”
“No, baby. Not this time.”
Jerking awake in my bed, I look around my room. My heart was hammering in my chest. Losing my parents only three years apart both killed all of us, but it also brought us closer together. From that day forward, I lived for my family. I helped my Mom and Dad wherever I could and kept the boys in line so they didn’t have them to worry about.
Mom had passed away three months after that day. I found out later that the cancer was in her brain and well pretty much everywhere. I’d listen at my parents’ door as my dad would tell her how much he loved her and always would.
Watching my parents together, that’s the kind of love I want. The kind of love I thought I had, but then it was all ripped from me. Faith was never far from my mind. Just thinking about her brought me peace.
Since she walked away from me, I have focused on my brothers and nothing else. But now they’re all out of the house and it leaves me with far too much time to think about what I lost.
“Logan!”
Faith runs and throws her arms around my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I spin her in a circle.
Setting her down on the ground, I cup her face in my hands. Leaning down slowly, I kiss her like I’ve thought about doing all day long. Her lips soft and gentle against mine, I deepen the kiss. Our tongues dancing their seductive dance, enticing and tantalizing every nerve in my body.
“I’ve missed you,” I breathe after breaking the kiss.
“I’ve missed you more. Did you have a good day?”
“Nothing compared to the night I’m having right now,” I smile at her. “I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you too. What’s going on?”
She looks up at me with her big beautiful blue/grey eyes. They pierce my very soul. There was never a way of hiding anything from her.
“I want you to leave with me.”
She sighs and walks away. “Logan, why do we have to keep having this conversation?”
“Because I want to see you more than just a few hours a night. Because I want to hold you after we make love. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. Is that so wrong of me? To want to hold the woman I love with everything I am, to share more than a few stolen moments?”
She turns and faces me. “It’s not too much to ask, but it can’t happen until I’m eighteen. My family would be quick to throw you in jail.”
“Fay…”
“Please Logan, wait until I’m eighteen. Please,” she pleads with me.
“Sure,” I sigh.
Wrapping her in my arms, I rest my head on the top of hers.
“Please, Logan. I can’t lose you. It’d break me,” she sobs into my chest.
“I’ll never let you go,” I whisper vehemently, kissing the top of her head repeatedly.
God, I miss her. It was impossible to forget her. Even after all these years but here I was missing her like she had just walked away yesterday. I thought I’d moved past this feeling, but then last month happened.
Climbing out of the bed, I shower and dress before heading downstairs and cleaning up. The mundane task brought back the reason I think my thoughts of Faith have come back full force.
Last month was completely out of my normal and it’s spurred
Dad put his hand on my arm. “Lo, what’s wrong?”
Facing Dad and Mom, “I know that there’s something bad going on. You aren’t saying what it is, but I know. You don’t cry for just anything, Dad.”
Mom gasps. “Lo, it’s…”
“No, please Mom, don’t lie to me. Please,” I start to cry. “Is your cancer back? Is that why you were both crying? I’m not a little kid. I’ve not been since you were sick the first time. Don’t start treating me like I am now.”
Mom starts crying and moves to kneel next to me. “Baby, I know you aren’t a little kid anymore. You’re my big boy and I love you dearly.”
“Then tell me the truth,” I plead, tears falling helplessly down my cheeks.
“My cancer came back,” Mom whispers.
“More treatment?”
“No, baby. Not this time.”
Jerking awake in my bed, I look around my room. My heart was hammering in my chest. Losing my parents only three years apart both killed all of us, but it also brought us closer together. From that day forward, I lived for my family. I helped my Mom and Dad wherever I could and kept the boys in line so they didn’t have them to worry about.
Mom had passed away three months after that day. I found out later that the cancer was in her brain and well pretty much everywhere. I’d listen at my parents’ door as my dad would tell her how much he loved her and always would.
Watching my parents together, that’s the kind of love I want. The kind of love I thought I had, but then it was all ripped from me. Faith was never far from my mind. Just thinking about her brought me peace.
Since she walked away from me, I have focused on my brothers and nothing else. But now they’re all out of the house and it leaves me with far too much time to think about what I lost.
“Logan!”
Faith runs and throws her arms around my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I spin her in a circle.
Setting her down on the ground, I cup her face in my hands. Leaning down slowly, I kiss her like I’ve thought about doing all day long. Her lips soft and gentle against mine, I deepen the kiss. Our tongues dancing their seductive dance, enticing and tantalizing every nerve in my body.
“I’ve missed you,” I breathe after breaking the kiss.
“I’ve missed you more. Did you have a good day?”
“Nothing compared to the night I’m having right now,” I smile at her. “I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you too. What’s going on?”
She looks up at me with her big beautiful blue/grey eyes. They pierce my very soul. There was never a way of hiding anything from her.
“I want you to leave with me.”
She sighs and walks away. “Logan, why do we have to keep having this conversation?”
“Because I want to see you more than just a few hours a night. Because I want to hold you after we make love. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. Is that so wrong of me? To want to hold the woman I love with everything I am, to share more than a few stolen moments?”
She turns and faces me. “It’s not too much to ask, but it can’t happen until I’m eighteen. My family would be quick to throw you in jail.”
“Fay…”
“Please Logan, wait until I’m eighteen. Please,” she pleads with me.
“Sure,” I sigh.
Wrapping her in my arms, I rest my head on the top of hers.
“Please, Logan. I can’t lose you. It’d break me,” she sobs into my chest.
“I’ll never let you go,” I whisper vehemently, kissing the top of her head repeatedly.
God, I miss her. It was impossible to forget her. Even after all these years but here I was missing her like she had just walked away yesterday. I thought I’d moved past this feeling, but then last month happened.
Climbing out of the bed, I shower and dress before heading downstairs and cleaning up. The mundane task brought back the reason I think my thoughts of Faith have come back full force.
Last month was completely out of my normal and it’s spurred
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