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I take a moment to gather myself before replying. "How about I watch you first?" Shaun nods in agreement.
I find myself sitting on the soft carpet, my right leg stretched out and my left leg bent at the knee. One hand holds me up, while the other rests on my knee, as I observe my two favorite people lost in conversation, laughing and flashing smiles. I could spend hours just gazing at them.
Scar and Shaun are standing beside each other, each holding a paintbrush. Scar turned to Shaun with a mischievous grin. "You ready, Picasso?" she asks teasingly.
Shaun nods excitedly in response. Scar pulls up beside him at a diagonal angle so they can’t see each other's work. As they work, the only sound in the room is the soft scratching of the paintbrushes against the canvases, and each is lost in their world of colors, brushes, and canvas. They paint silently for about fifteen minutes until Scar hums a tune.
"Mom, sing a song," Shaun demands with a big grin.
Scar continues to paint, striking the brush against the canvas rhythmically. "What do you want me to sing?" she asks as she continues to paint.
"Whatever makes you happy," Shaun replies.
"Okay," Scar says, smiling gently. Her voice fills the air with the sweet melody of "Better Place" by Rachel Platten. As the chorus approaches, she fixes her gaze on me, her eyes filled with emotion, as if the words are meant to convey a message only I will understand.
Shaun, the spitting image of his mother, mirrors her every move with perfection. Their body language is so in sync that it is almost as if they are communicating without words. The way they smile and laugh together is infectious, and I can’t help but smile along with them. I know I will never forget this beautiful moment.
As I sit there taking it all in, I realize that I will do whatever it takes to be a part of their lives, not just for that moment, but for always.
Engrossed in my thoughts, Scar kneels before me, a look of concern etched on their face. "Are you doing okay?" she asks.
My throat feels tight as I respond, "Yeah." But the truth is, I am far from okay. I yearn for her presence and miss her more than words can express.
With a mischievous grin, she whispers, "Liar. Shaun, do you remember what we do to people who do not tell the truth?" Scar's gaze is unsettling; I can tell she's up to something. Once, I could read her like an open book, but now I'm picking up on a few new things after all these years.
Shaun hops off the stool and walks toward us. "We give them a painting." He giggles and waves the paintbrush filled with blue paint.
I give Scar a warning look, my voice low and deep. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to figure out her plan.
She stands in front of me with a palette, dipping it into a mix of colors. She glances at me with a mischievous smile and says, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to give you apainting." Suddenly, she feathers the tip of the brush on my nose, leaving me bewildered.
"What the—" Before I can react, she swipes the brush on my cheek, and I'm left speechless.
"Paint fight!" Shaun squeals and flicks the brush at me.
"Oh, you're going to get it now," I say as I jump to my feet. Scar doesn't see me coming as I grab her around her waist, causing her to yelp and laugh.
It's the best sound in the whole damn world.
She calls out, “Shaun, save me!” The laughter in her tone is infectious, and I can't help but join in. It's moments like this that make life worth living.
"I'll save you, Mom!" Shaun suddenly jumps toward me, but I swiftly catch him by the waist, twirling him around as he giggles uncontrollably. Scar joins in on the fun, pinching my side and causing us all to collapse on the floor. I hold them tightly in my arms.
I suddenly feel a cold, wet sensation on my head. Looking up, I see Scar holding a paintbrush dripping in red paint, a mischievous glint in her eye. Before I can react, she dabs the brush on my forehead, leaving a bright red mark. "Well, that's not fair," I say, laughing. "Can't let you guys feel left out." I grab Scar's paintbrush and return the favor, leaving a bright red mark on her forehead. She lets out a playful scream and jumps on top of me, followed by Shaun. What follows is a chaotic game of Twister with our legs and arms wrapped around each other as we try to avoid getting covered in more paint.
Best feeling in the whole damn world.
“What is going on in here?”
We freeze.
Shaun, still giggling, explains the situation. "Ricky lied, so wepaintedhim," he says, his voice high-pitched with amusement.
Olivia scolds Scar, hands on her hips. "You are lucky that plastic has saved you from a mess." Olivia's gaze lands on the tarp that lays crumpled on the floor.
Out of breath, Scar apologizes, but her body is still on top of me, making me smile. As she feels my dick harden, her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. She tries to move away, but I hold her down, whispering in a low voice so her mom can't hear. "Wait,please."
Her head rests gently on my chest, and I feel the warmth of her breath against my skin as her shoulders shake, and I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. When she finally looks up at me, her eyes glisten with an intense affection I've never seen before. It's a look that must be mirrored in my eyes, and I can't help but smile. Shaun snuggles in beside me, his small frame barely taking up any space.
