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My firm tone may have caused his brow to furrow, but he nods and looks between Kira and me. “What about you, then?”
My heart starts to beat twice as fast, and it was already at a gallop. I glance at Kira. Her lips are parted, and her tits rise and fall with the rapid pace of her breathing.
“Uh… what do you mean by that, exactly, bud?” Surely he doesn’t mean I should marry his mom and fuck some babies into her. Though I definitely wish I could.
“Why don’t you get married and have some kids?” he asks. “You can bring them over, to play in our treehouse.”
“I… I would love to.” My words are a little stilted, and I glance at Kira. “I would love to have a whole bunch of kids running around your yard or gathered into your living room for movie night with popcorn and blankets we could all snuggle under, but I…”
I return my attention to Curty. “I’m kind of in love with someone I can’t have. My heart’s with her, so I can’t go making babies with anyone else. Sorry, bud. I want to make you a big family to play with, but I can’t.”
Curty looks confused as fuck. “Who is she?”
“The woman I love?”
He nods, and I avoid looking at Kira, so I don’t give myself away. I rake my fingers through my hair, school my features, and sigh. “A wonderful girl I met when I was young and unbelievably stupid. I fucked it up — pardon my French. Sorry.”
Curty covers his chuckle. “Fuckisn’t French, Quin.”
“Curtus,” Kira and I say in the same tone, which only makes him laugh harder.
“Well, it’s not,” he says matter-of-factly.
“You’re not wrong,” I say, “but what I meant was that I made mistakes. I was young and stupid, I made mistakes, and I lost her.”
Curty twists his lips to one side, signifying he’s gone into thinking mode. “Mom says mistakes are an opportunity to learn and grow, so maybe now that you’re older and smarter, you can make it up to that girl and get busy.”
Speechless, I can only stare at him.
He keeps on talking. “How many babies do you think she’ll want? We’ll make the treehouse big enough for all of us.”
God, he’s so fucking sweet and inclusive and wise for a nine-year-old. It’s getting me choked up.
“Sounds like a good plan, bud. We’ll probably need a pretty big treehouse if I can fix my mistakes and get my girl back,” I say, looking directly at Kira. “I’ll be wanting as many kids as she’s willing to have with me.” I’m rewarded with a deepening blush in her cheeks, and I drop my gaze to Curty. “Give me a little time to work out my schedule — and your mom’s — and we’ll figure out when Monty Bros Construction can start work. In the meantime, start thinking about some designs.”
A good plan. I want Curty to feel like it’s that simple. If only it were so…
I never want him to know the truth of the struggle I face each day to allow him as normal a life as I can.
I sniff back the emotion I don’t want to show and replace it with a sensation I’m more familiar with by snapping the rubber band on my wrist. The sharp sting gives me something else to focus on. It’s easier to steel myself for sayinggoodbyewhen I’m confident any threatening tears have retreated.
“You okay?” Kira asks, her eyebrows raised.
I nod automatically, but the second Curty is distracted and looking elsewhere, I shake my head and rub at my chest, mouthing that I love her.
It’s a very restrained show of affection, considering I want to rush into the elevator, wrap my arms around her, and fuck her full of cum until she’s growing that family we all want.
A sweet rosiness blooms beneath the freckles on her cheeks, and she gives me a brave smile.
“We’ll see you later, then.” She reaches over to swipe her keycard and hits the elevator button to take her down to the lobby, and when she stands tall again, she mouths the words my aching heart has been hoping for. “I love you too.”
My dick shudders, and the second the elevator doors close, I rush to the nearest bathroom, to purge the pressure from my balls. I swear it’s where all my emotions go when I push them down to keep them from being seen. Every time I’m near Kira, they fall into chaos, bursting to get out, and my dick just happens to be the only release valve.
I’d prefer to shower her with all the love I have, but like my splooge, going down the fucking drain, everything I wish I could give her just goes to waste.
Things have got to change.
And soon.
