I felt the warm sunlight hit my face and his arm protectively around my waist. I smiled and pressed my back closer to him. He stirred, nuzzling his nose into my back and sighed happily. The feelings that were coursing through my body were indescribable. Some of them felt like happiness but that word couldn’t even compare to fluttering of my heart and stomach. Some of them could be described as love, but I know now that after 15 years whatever it was Brian and I had together went beyond love. Beyond anything that this earth could handle.

As warm as it was in bed with him and as beautiful as it was with the sun shining into our bedroom, I needed to get up. I needed to wash myself of the dried come that was all over my aching body. I needed to make him breakfast. I needed to give him everything. But nothing I could do or say today or for the rest of my life could make up for what he did for me last night. What I waited 15 years for.

I gently got out of bed, brushing his hair from his face and kissing his forehead softly. Fuck he was so beautiful I could cry.

I showered quickly and padded downstairs in just my sweatpants. I found Gus sitting at the table, eating cereal.

“Good Morning.” I said cheerfully. He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at me. No doubt he was a Kinney.

“Good Morning to you.” He smirked at me and I smacked his head playfully as I walked by him.

“I’m going to make breakfast. You sure you just want to eat cereal?” I asked him as I turned on the coffee maker.

“Well I waited forever for you or Dad to get up.” He slowly smiled again. “But I guess you two are pretty tired considering….”

“Considering what?” I leaned against the counter and pursed my lips together.

“Considering you up all night fucking. Don’t think I didn’t hear you. I heard you all the way DOWNSTAIRS. With the TV ON. LOUD. Was he trying to murder you or what?” He shook his head and shoved more captain crunch into his mouth.

I blushed 19 shades of red and ignored him.

I was half way through making an omelet when Brian walked lazily into the kitchen, scratching his bare stomach and yawning. Our eyes met from across the room and my stomach did flip-flops. His eyes glazed over with what could only be described as love and I smiled brightly at him. He made his way over to me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist from behind. He leaned in, brushing his lips against my cheek.

“Morning Sunshine.” He purred. I closed my eyes for a second and took in his scent, and his warmth.

“Mmm. Good morning it is.” I purred back to him.

“You guys are gross. Stop it.” Gus’s voice shook me from my moment. I glared at him and went back to my omelet.

“Mmm…smells good.” Brian said into my ear. But I knew he didn’t mean the eggs. I heard a groan from the kitchen table and chuckled.

“We’re making your son nauseous.” I told him.

“Our son.” He murmured and walked to the kitchen table and plopped down. “Morning Sonnyboy.”

Gus groaned again. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Brian grinned and opened the business section of the paper.

“What are your plans today?” Brian asked his son.

“Getting as far away from this house as possible. I know what you two do on Saturday’s. I don’t need another recap of last nights events.” Gus shuddered and brought his bowl to the sink. He peered over my shoulder. 16 and taller than me. Like I said, definitely a Kinney.

“Extra Bacon?” He asked.

I smiled at him. “Yeah. Sure.” I handed him the plate.

“Nice.” He sat back down at the table and browsed the comics.

I watched with joy as my…wow son, and my…Jesus, husband sat at the kitchen table going about their morning routine. I realized in that moment, that I had truly arrived. That this was what I had waited my entire life for. This feeling of utter happiness.

I brought Brian his omelet and bacon and leaned down and kissed him forcefully. His tongue swiped across my lower lip and a low growl escaped my throat. “Later.” I whispered against his mouth. He slapped my ass and picked up his fork.

The phone rang and it made me jump a little.

“It’s probably Daphne.” I said aloud.

“Checking up on how things went with Paganini Jr. I suppose.” I heard Brian say but when I turned to look at him he was grinning. There was no more need for jealousy. Not after last night.

I answered the phone, a grin from ear to ear. “Kinney-Taylor house of pleasure. How may I service you?” I hear Brian laugh and Gus groan behind me.

“That had better NOT be one of my friends.” Gus grumbled.

“Um, Yes. I’m looking for Brian?” A females voice came over the line.

“Um..” I eyed Brian. “Can I ask who’s calling?”

“Claire. His sister.”

“Oh. Um. Hold on.” I pressed the receiver to my chest. “Brian? Its…Claire.”

“Claire who?” He asked not looking up from the paper.

“Brian. You damn well Claire who. Here.” I extended the phone out.

He shook his head. “Not today Sunshine.”

I knew what he meant. He didn’t want anything to ruin today. The way he felt. The fact that he was happy for once with nothing brining him down.

“He’s not available. Can I take a message or…?”

“Alright listen. I know he’s there. Fine he doesn’t want to talk to me well then you can tell him yourself. His mother died.” I heard a click of the receiver and the nasty voice was gone.

I stood there, frozen, the receiver to my ear for who knows how long.

“Justin?” I heard Brian call.

I hung up the phone and turned to look at him.

“What did the cunt have to say?” He asked with a smirk.

I walked to him slowly and sat down next to him. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Well?”

“Um, maybe we should talk upstairs.” My heart was beating a mile a minute. I had no idea how to fucking present this. How to fucking say it.

“Just tell me. She pregnant again? Getting divorced or married again?” He popped his last piece of bacon in his mouth.

“She died Brian.” I told him, my voice low.

“WHO DIED?” Gus yelled.

Brian raised his eyes and I got the look I expected. It was blank. His eyes were blank. His expression was blank. His movements. Everything. He knew what I meant.

“WELL?” Gus grabbed my shoulder.

“You’re grandmother.” I told him.

“Grandma Peterson???” His eyes immediately widen.

“No. My mother.” Brian said to him, his voice monotone.

“Oh. Drag.” Gus said in a non-caring voice and got up from the table.

“GUS!” I yelled.

“Justin, don’t. He didn’t know her. Why the fuck should he care?” Brian touched my hand.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re his father. I mean….Your mother died.”

He shrugged and picked his plate up from the table and walked to the sink.

“Brian…do you wanna…?” I’m not even sure what I was asking him. Did he want to talk? Call someone? Go out? Fuck? Shit, at that point I would have done anything.

He walked past me and when I tried to touch his arm he jerked from my grasp. I heard his footsteps across the hardwood floors and moments later his office door slammed. It made Gus and I both jump and Gus gave me a pained look.

“What is he going to do?” Gus asked me.

I looked blankly at the doorway of the kitchen and sighed heavily.

I knew exactly what he was going to do.

First he was going to pour himself a glass of beam.

Second, he was going to call Michael.

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