Ken crawled into bed with me early in the morning. "Mommy, I don't feel good," he said, rubbing his stomach. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked. I sat up and felt his forehead. He didn't have a fever but he looked really uncomfortable. "My tummy really hurts," Ken whined, rubbing it again. "Are you going to be sick?" I asked, looking around for the nearest trash can. "No. It just hurts," Ken said. He whimpered and started to cry. "I hurt all over." "Okay, come here," I said. I got up and helped Ken into my bed, tucking him in. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a thermometer. I took Ken's temperature but it was normal. He didn't have the flu or anything. "It really, really hurts," Ken whined, holding his stomach. I pulled the blankets back and pulled up Ken's night shirt. When I touched his stomach lightly, he screamed. "That hurts!" he yelled. My mom hurried into the room. "What is going on here?" she asked. "Ken's in a lot of pain. He doesn't have a fever
Ken gave me a cheeky grin and held his hand out. Reluctantly, I handed him his snacks and shook my head. He was such a little planner. I glanced at Ellis, who was still smirking, a glow of fatherly pride in his eyes. "Could you try not to look so proud?" I grumbled at him. "I can't help it," Ellis said, chuckling. "Ken is very smart."The doorbell rang and I tuned out the sound, knowing the butler would take care of it. I went to the refrigerator to get Ken a glass of milk to go with his snacks. "As long as you aren't sick, you can drink your milk with your snacks," I said. I put the glass on the table and patted the chair. Ken climbed up and started munching. I heard a noise in the entry hall and creased my brow. The butler had raised his voice and I heard some of the maids murmuring. "What is going on?" I muttered. I stepped out the kitchen doorway so I could hear what was going on. The entry hall was too far for me to see, but I heard another female voice respond
When my mom got back from the hospital, I tearfully told her what happened while we packed our things. She didn't need any more stress. She wouldn't talk to me about Bethany or my father, and that told me just how upset she really was. I was trying to put on a brave face for Ken because I didn't want him to worry. Ellis called for a car to come pick us up. I rode in the back with Ken. "Mommy, are we homeless?" he asked, tugging at my sleeve. "Um…" I caught Ellis's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I don't want to be homeless. I don't want to live in a box and give away all my toys," he whined. "It won't come to that," I assured. I hugged him against me and held Ellis's eyes. He'd promised that my family wouldn't suffer and I believed him. But we didn't exactly own our own place anymore. Staying with Ellis wasn't the same as having a home of our own. "I promise, Ken, you won't have to get rid of any of your toys," Ellis promised. We pulled up in front of the fami
It was getting late. I got a bath running for Ken in his ensuite bathroom. He was going on and on about all his new toys and how he couldn't wait to explore the massive backyard tomorrow. "Ken, get in the tub," I said, laughing as he spread his arms out and circled around, making airplane noises. He hopped over the edge of the tub, landing with a splash. I held my hands up, like that would stop water from drenching me. I groaned and grabbed the nearest towel. I kept an eye on Ken as I dried off. The linen closet still had a few guest items, including a short, silk robe. I took my wet shirt off and put the robe on over my pants. At least, it was dry. "Sorry, Mommy," Ken muttered. "It's okay. Here, play with these," I handed him a few bath toys. While Ken played and cleaned up, I went into his bedroom. I left the bathroom door open and peeked in every few seconds to make sure he was doing okay. I straightened up his room a little, tidying the toys and smoothing out his
"You shouldn't look at me like that," I said. My cheeks burned as I felt the chill of the air on my breasts and quickly closed the robe over my body. I couldn't push back the memories of what it had been like to have his hands all over me. My pulse raced as I cursed the warm pulling inside of my abdomen. "I know," Ellis said, nodding his understanding. "But, you have such an exquisite body. And this is the body that gave me my son."I held my breath at the unexpected sentiment. "You're not my boyfriend. Bennett is." I reminded myself as well as him. Shaking my head, I turned my eyes from him as I moved to get off of the bed. "Bennett isn't your boyfriend. I know that for a fact.""What do you think you know?" I scooted closer to the edge and stood up. Ellis moved in front of me, his gentle breath floating over my face. I looked up at him, swallowing hard as our lips were a moment apart."I know what you look like when you're in love. I remember the look in your eyes
Emma's POVI shook my head and began to pull away but he held me fast and his eyes bore into mine. It wasn't fair. No one could ever make me feel the way Ellis made me feel and he knew it. His lips descended on mine, warm and soft, capturing me completely. I sighed and moved my arms to wrap them around his neck, unable to deny what I wanted from him.He scooped me up into his arms, holding me bridal style."Ack!" I yelped when my legs flew out from under me. Ellis smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. I struggled in his arms. "What are you doing?" I asked. Instead of answering me, Ellis found my lips with his and kissed me hungrily. He laid me down as we kissed. He moved his hands to my hips, gripping tightly, as he put his weight on me. My body immediately responded to the crushing pressure of him, arching against him. "Well, well," Ellis purred, grabbing the edges of my robe, still only loosely secured, and pulling them apart. His eyes lit up hungrily like he wa
I blinked my eyes open, still wrapped tightly in Ellis's arms. He was breathing heavily in my ear. Memories of the night before flooded my mind and my cheeks got hot. I tried to wiggle away from Ellis. I wanted to get dressed before his penetrating eyes found me naked again. "Where are you going?" he growled, tightening his arms around me. I giggled and fought against him to get free. Ellis growled again and held me tighter. He rolled on top of me, keeping me pinned. "I like when you struggle," he teased, eyes gleaming as he licked his lips. My stomach flipped and I stopped struggling, stunned by his response. I felt the thick, firm weight of his hardened member against my stomach and a shiver ran through me. Ellis leaned down and kissed my lips. I sighed into the kiss and arched my back. I wanted to feel him in me again, feel that close to him. Knock. Knock. Knock. Ellis and I froze, lips still locked together. "You locked the door, right?" I whispered against
Ellis had his car brought to the school and we left Ken around lunchtime. Most of the other parents had left and the teachers wanted the students back in class. I twisted my hands in my lap and kept my eyes down, thinking of the wish that Ken had made. "I'm sorry, Ellis. I know that Ken told me about the open day at school. With everything else going on, I just forgot," I muttered. "You don't have to apologize, Olivia. I want to be here as a father for Ken. I'm happy to do these things. Besides, there is nothing more important to me than you and Ken," he said. He reached over and patted my hand with his before pulling away quickly. "But…"Ellis shook his head. "If you feel you must make it up to me, you can do me a favor."I glanced at him suspiciously and narrowed my eyes. "Okay.""I'm starving. Come to lunch with me?" He smirked and glanced sideways at me. His question was phrased more as an order."Of course, that is a favor I can manage," I said, flashing him a
Ellis POVI sat in the executive chair in the office, getting work done as well as I could under the circumstances. Even with the new legal troubles, some things never changed. “And tell them if they don’t they will have to answer to me,” I said. “Got it,” my project manager, William, said, looking a little shaken. Handling contractors came with the job, and was mostly a matter of patience, and being commanding. Much the same as handling a child having a tantrum. I relaxed a little as the call went away, taking more of the immediate problems with it. There were other problems hanging over my head that I didn’t like to think about. A little annoyed and very tired I loosen my tie, which had come to feel like a noose. After the house arrest, theoretical as it might have been, I hardly wore one anymore.I felt Olivia’s absence in my chest, like a weight. One I tried to lighten with another drink. Sipping lightly from the tumbler of rum, careful not to get drunk. I wanted to be alert
**Olivia POVI woke up still groggy, the world going from a dark blur to a light blur. Everything that had happened slowly rearranged itself in my mind.Pain came back along with the memories, if in a reduced form. With a wince, my head turned just right, and I saw Ellis seated by the bed, where he’d always been before getting arrested and would always be if I had anything to say about it.Ellis looked troubled, something I rarely saw. He was always so capable and in control of himself if not the situation. I reached out to him instinctively, and Ellis took it tenderly.“Can you be here?”“Of course,” he said.“No, I mean your house arrest.”“That is taken care of. Even if it wasn’t, I think this counts as compassionate grounds.”I relaxed a little, letting out a breath. Then I remembered what happened with the baby.“How is she?” I asked.He squeezed my hand, letting me know something was wrong, no matter what he might say.“She will be fine,” he said, “I’ll take you to the NICU to se
**Olivia POVI’d always heard bad things about hospital food. Fortunately, this proved not to be true. Everything Amber brought was great. I started to feel stronger just from the diet alone.If it wasn’t for hospital policy, I probably could have walked on our twice daily outings onto the hospital grounds. The baby seemed better too, moving even more than before.I started to suspect Nurse Anderson might have cooked the meals at home and smuggled them onto the hospital plates.I was near the end of my bacon and eggs, when a familiar face peeked in through the door.“Mom!?” I asked, more delighted to see her than I had words to say.“Hey, baby.”Mom came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she used to do when I was little and feeling sick.“Me or her?” I asked, patting my belly.“Both of you, really,” mom said with a rare smile.Mom put her hand on my belly and felt it as the baby moved again.“Hello, little one, it’s Grandma.”I was surprised to hear her use the term. Something
**Ellis POVI paced the hallway, resisting the urge to hit something. The control I showed in most situations was carefully built up over years. There were times I worried about Ken and his potential impulse control. Then again his mother was so patient and gentle, except when truly riled, it could be her genetics that might win out. I went to the door again, just to see if I could hear what was being said. The wood was too thick and all I could hear was muffled hums. “You know you could just go in right? You’re on the list.”Spinning on my heel, resisting the urge to yell in fright, I saw Nurse Anderson with a food tray. “I can’t actually.”“Why? Is the door locked?” she asked, testing the knob. “Yes, but that is not the biggest problem.” “Oh, how so?” Nurse Anderson asked. “It was locked from the inside,” I said.“Yes, that is how it works.” “By someone else, on purpose I mean.” “Who?” “Some Fed, I think he said his name was Smiley.” “Agent Smiley?” Nurse An
**Olivia POV Ken came out of nowhere. The only warning of his arrival, an excited shout echoed down the hall. He still hadn’t got the hang of his ‘inside voice.’ Like a shot he was in the room, shattering the quiet solitude. I couldn’t have been happier. Kevin was more subtle, coming in behind and waiting to be beckoned before coming forward. There was something about hospitals that made him less than comfortable. “Mommy,” Ken cried, up on the bed like a shot. “Hey, baby,” I said, as he took me in a near-choking hug. “Hi,” Kevin said, quietly, keeping his wheelchair near the door.. “Get over here,” I said. Kevin came up beside the bed, not needing to be told twice. From my bed I hugged Ken and held Kevin’s hand tightly, tears started to roll with little choice. “Mommy?” Ken asked. “Happy tears, baby,” I said. “Oh.” The room felt smaller all of the sudden and all I wanted to do was go outside with my boys. Pressing the button to page her, Amber appeared in no
**Olivia POV Day came again even as I was sitting on the plane back to New York. It had been a dream, and Ellis was still there, looking deeply worried. “How are you doing?” he asked with a smile that once melted me. “Fine and only getting better. As soon as the doctor gives me the all clear I’m going home with Ken.” “Ken is at home,” Ellis said. “Not your home, my home,” I said. I could see the words cut deep, and almost felt sorry for him. Second thoughts were just coming up when the doctor came in, his expression grim.I instinctively reached for Ellis’s hand. Bad news no doubt on the horizon. “It can’t be that bad,” Ellis and I blurted at once. “It can actually,” the doctor said, looking at the chart. “How so?” Ellis butted in. It didn’t really concern him anymore, but he was the sort to think he needed to be the center of attention in any situation. He must have been a joy at funerals. “You are severely dehydrated, Mrs. Peterson. The amniotic fluid is mu
**Ellis POVI held her hand in the back of the ambulance, never letting her go again if I had anything to do about it. I had gotten far too close to losing her. “We’ll be there soon,” I said, minding the volume. She flinched at the smallest noise if it was unexpected. God only knew what the sick f*cks had done to her, and it was best not to think about it. Anytime I did, the urge to kill them rose. I didn't want to kill Carl, no matter how much of a f*ck up he was.No matter what he did he was still my son. People like us had other ways to deal with our kids when they got off the track. Military service was one popular option, as well as “career opportunities” in another country. Olivia stayed silent, her head lolling to the left before she closed her eyes. “Everyone is excited to see you again,’ I tried, “especially Ken and Kevin.”Olivia winched at the mention of their names. It was probably a touchy subject, after she’d been away for so long, not sure if she’d ever get ba
**Olivia POV“How are you doing, honey?” I asked, rubbing my belly. The baby didn’t move, but she could have been asleep. Apparently, they did that a lot. Resting up for the rest of their life. Bethany and Carl were down there for a few hours. Mostly quiet but with the occasional argument. Things shifted and I heard steps coming towards the attic. I held my breath hoping everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure I’d done the lock up right, and hoped they wouldn’t notice if they came back. It would be an obvious sign of what I’d done, and the punishment could be awful. There was no telling what Bethany might do. She could be merciful and just break my ankles. Or my wrists, to stop me from getting the lock picked again. It would make Ellis really mad, but it didn’t sound like they were planning to stay around, after everything. The clock clicked open, making me flinch and the baby move. I nearly cried to feel her again but had to hold it together. If we were going to get out of
**Olivia POVI felt a thrilling chill run over my body and the baby moved in response, celebrating in my womb. The door was open and we were close to freedom. I rubbed my belly, calming her down. I would need all my focus for the next part. Carl and Bethany could have been back at any time, and I had to be gone before then if there was going to be any chance of getting back to the boys and Ellis tonight. I cracked the door open slowly and I listened to the deafening silence. All was dark but I could just make out the staircase below the door. There was no light from below, so I had to try to get down blind. A little at a time, always sure to hold something, down I climbed. Getting one foot down on the stairs and then the other. Holding the sides of the steps in a death-grip, I finally reached solid ground. The floorboards down below creaking like the ones up above. There was another door at the base of the steps and my heart sank to think that I might have to work to pick another l