SebastianI pick Melody up, holding her to me as I smell her hair. She's freshly washed, and it's smooth and silky, exactly how it would be if Beth had washed her on a Sunday.The reminder of such a task being thrust upon me just makes me feel goddang awful, but I make no mention that Tina took it upon herself to do such a task when that should have been left up to me.You've been next to useless!"Whatcha painting?" I ask, walking to the table to peek at her painting, which is in bright, eye-catching colours."Us," she tells me as I note two figures holding hands. They both have downturned mouths, a sigh of unhappiness, my thumb running over the paper, tracing her depiction of... depression."Are they sad?" I ask.She nods, not saying yes, but I see in her eyes that she's depicting how she feels.She's always been well ahead in her drawings; she's been making these weird little stickmen for a few months now. But the sad face was a new one; she hadn't been doing mouths in any other fo
Depression Sebastian We took Melody home that Sunday evening as Josh silently drove us home. She sat back in her car seat, quiet as could be, staring out the window as she held onto her favourite teddy. There was so much I wanted to say to Josh, so much I wanted to doubt myself over, but I didn't want to say it within her earshot, so I decided not to say anything at all. Yet dread sat at the base of my stomach as we neared my home. The most challenging part of this whole thing was the thought of laying my problems on Josh's shoulders. He was moving in with me, taking responsibility for my behaviour and, if he was telling the truth, my child, also. I pitied him and equally felt sorry for him that I, his best friend, had dragged his bachelorhood down, saddling him with the pair of us as I navigated this new life that had been thrust upon me. To my surprise, Charlotte had been at my home when we arrived, her Clio in the driveway next to my car, enlightening me to the fact that sh
"Daddy?" Melody calls from the back garden as I bake her cookies that she had helped me make this fine Saturday morning. "Yes, baby?" "Look," she says, bringing me a frog that looks worse for wear and frightened for its life. "Whatcha got there, a frog?" I ask her. "Mhm, it was in the flowers," she tells me. "That's pretty cool, but I think we should let him return to his little house now. We're nearly ready to go to grandma's." "Already?" She asks, looking up and onto the side for the cookies. "Three minutes. Can you go put your friend back?" I ask. She nods, leaving me in the kitchen to head out the back door again as Josh enters the kitchen with a grin. "What has you so happy?" I ask him with a smirk. "Charlotte got that promotion..." he grins, looking out the window to the garden where Melody is kissing the damn frog. Urg! I hope it doesn't have germs. "Have you been reading Princess and the Frog?" He asks me, chuckling at the sight before him. Melody finally lets the
THE WEIRD, WEIRD THING ABOUT DEVASTATING LOSS IS THAT LIFE ACTUALLY GOES ON. WHEN YOU'RE FACED WITH A TRAGEDY, A LOSS SO HUGE THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW YOU CAN LIVE THROUGH IT, SOMEHOW, THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING, THE SECONDS KEEP TICKING. - JAMES PATTERSON———Sebastian "How are you today?" Laura asks me as I sit opposite her, draping my leather jacket over my knee much as I always do.I sigh, taking in a jagged breath, ready to relay my thoughts and feelings regarding this being our last penned appointment."I'm worried. I know you all say I'm doing better, that I'm ready to take control of my own life, but I'm scared. I don't want to return to being that version of myself.""That's understandable, but truly, Seb, you are doing so much better.""If I were, this stupid depression wouldn't still be around," I whine."Don't be silly. I think we have both worked through this before. You've lost your wife, someone you never dreamed of losing so early in your lif
Four Years Later Sebastian"Melody!" I yell from the kitchen, assembling her lunch that I should have done last night but instead decided to sneak in a workout instead. "Melody!!" I call again when she doesn't call back, staying silent, probably searching high and low for one of her rabbits in the bunny room next to her bedroom. "Christ, why does she have to feed her rabbits this time of day?" I mutter to myself, sipping the lunch bag up before ensuring she has water in her flask for school."MELODY! We need to go," I yell, walking through the kitchen and living room, coming to stand at the bottom of the stairs.I reach for my blazer, grabbing my coat too because it's raining, my keys from the hook and my umbrella from the basket.Her footfalls sound from upstairs shortly before she calls back to me."Coming, Daddy," her sweet, innocent voice filters through the house, making me feel terrible for yelling again. "Come on, baby. We're going to be late again.""I'm sorry, I couldn't f
SebastianMy first meeting passed with ease; contracts are signed, awaiting for the legal team to finalise them. But unfortunately, I have to head downstairs to give over the paperwork myself because I have no PA to do such a task.I pass by everyone on that level with hooded eyes as I note stares from each employee. I've never felt judged as much as I had walked through to our lawyer's office, yet even then, I didn't mention it, only passing the paperwork off as Kennedy took it from my hand."They signed?" She grins at me, excitement flitting through her features."They did, exceptionally quickly considering. I hate to be as excited as I am, but I know this is a big deal for the company.""You're right, Mr King. Their business will rake in the revenue whilst we branch out.""Make sure you get the paperwork completed quickly; I best get upstairs for my next meeting," I suggest, standing away from her desk as I ready myself to walk through the legal department again. "Ignore the rumo
Deep brown pools of mud invite me in.A moment transpires between us, something happening that I can't put my finger on. But I snap out of it. Turning to my father with furrowed brows, turning my attention back to the problem at hand rather than the strange woman who breached my protocols."It's okay, Cassy. I own this building much like tower one; ignore my son.""This is my office, father... and this is my half of the business," I remind him."Neither here nor by. Anyway, as Cassy enlightened you, we know. We've pulled the CCTV footage here in tower two. We are suing both parties that made a false allegation," he grins, taking a seat at my desk, angering me as the desk chair rolls backwards with his weight. This is my domain, my office and my fucking desk. But I don't confront him, keeping my anger inside as I ask my next question. It seems I've been on tenterhooks with my father since he took Melody all those years ago. And he hasn't regained total confidence in me since then."So
SebastianThe ability to work doesn't come easily to me for the rest of the day. Instead, I find myself sitting back in the chair with my fingers upon my lips as I take that moment to remember the woman my father is thrusting upon me as of tomorrow morning. Those eyes were shrouded with thick black lashes, her glasses on the end of her nose.And I can only imagine what was beneath her pencil skirt and button-down shirt.I find I'm disgusted with myself when I open the top drawer, intent on bringing myself back down to reality. And I do; the picture frame with a photo of Beth, Melody and me before her diagnosis sprays ice-cold water over the strange fire desire to get to know this... Cassidy, more intimately.I find myself asking, why her?Why now, in this untimely manner, when evidently I'm in the middle of a vast fucking complaint that could mean the board decided against me stepping up?And why has my father decided to pray on my weakness, knowing I surround myself with blonde bimb
I was taken aback, my mind racing with only dirty thoughts of what could potentially happen if only Cassidy said yes, but I remained stoic and unwavering in a neutral scowl."Of course, baby," I had agreed, standing to walk outside with her."How does it work?" She asked me as we stood at the bottom of the stairs."How does what work, baby?""Sharing?""You want to be shared?" I asked, shocked and very, very happy."I've been thinking about it for a while, and though it's out of my comfort zone, I've always wanted to participate...." Her words trailed off, and I first thought it might be because she's shy about admitting such things, but then I realised she didn't have the words to finish her sentence."Threesomes and foursomes?" I finished what I presumed she wanted to say."Yeah... those.""This needs more discussion, Cassy. There's a lot that comes from sharing, and we're romantically involved; we need to ensure our bond is watertight before we share; otherwise, it might well be ou
Sebastian I put to bed that Cassidy probably would never want to share, swing... have threesomes and foursomes. It was just something I felt she didn't want to experience, but that all changed one night when Josh and Charlotte were over for dinner.It was Saturday night, Melody was at Tina's, and I had decided to invite them over to ensure the budding friendship between Cassidy and Josh remained steadfast.I didn't need the sharing thing, but I did need my assistant/girlfriend and my best friend/business partner to get along.The thing is, they were good at saving face, the pair of them agreeing to disagree on the previous falling out, but I needed to ensure that we could all work alongside one another.I was going places within King Enterprises, which meant I needed Josh to take on some of my old roles so I could step up to the plate of my new roles. This also meant Josh and Cassidy would need to work alongside one another whilst I wasn't there, and it also meant Josh now had an of
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to find the words to explain that I was checking Josh out, based on memory, and the worst fact is I'll be sitting across the table from him all afternoon."I can't help you if you don't tell me what triggered you, Cassy.""Triggered?""Your anxiety, you do that with your hands when you're anxious," he nods to our now entwined hands."Oh, I. I was... mentally checking out Josh," I admit whilst stumbling over my words."Oh, you find him hot, do you?" He asks, almost sighing in relief as if my admittance was something he craved."You're not upset?" I ask."No, no, quite the opposite, actually. I'm into sharing, Cassy. But I wouldn't trust anyone other than my best friend. I never shared Beth with anyone other than Josh either.""Right," I nodded, looking at the restaurant he's now parking in front of. Josh and Charlotte are already standing outside, and my eyes catch sight of them pretty quickly.Yet Sebastian doesn't make the move from the car des
CassidySebastian gave Melody a choice of whether she'd like to go to Tina's and Geoff's or whether she'd like to stay home with the pair of us.Surprisingly, she chose to go to Tina's, so that's where we are now, dropping Melody off before we go for lunch with Josh and Charlotte."Nana!" Melody beams as she runs inside the house before us. I'm holding onto Sebastian for dear life, my anxiety rife as I walk into their home.It shouldn't give me anxiety, but knowing this is Beth's parents' home and that I'm the outsider does give me butterflies.I don't want to replace her, and I never would, but knowing that at some point down the line, there could be an opportunity to be Melody's mother, in the sense that that's how she sees me, makes me want to befriend her grandparents and forge a good relationship.This is new territory for me, and despite them being nice to my face at Jordan's party, I don't want to presume they like me.I think they do, but I've been wrong before, so I could alw
SebastianCassidy came to stay that Thursday with a small suitcase worth of clothes she decided to bring along. So I made space for her in the wardrobe and made dinner that night as she unpacked.Melody was so excited she wouldn't leave her side, playing with her blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes as if this was something she had fantasised about on many occasions but hadn't had the opportunity to experience.I watch on with the largest smile I can muster up on my face.My daughter was happy... I was happy; Cassidy was most certainly happy. Her eyes were filled with a spark she had lacked in the months I had known her.Dinner that night was something.Melody ate as she always did, devouring the food I laid before her, but her eyes were crinkled with her smile, her cheeks so high that I was surprised she could see out of her eyes."This is lovely," Cassidy had told me, referring down to the beef bourguignon with cheesy mash and a glass of wine. "Where did you learn to cook?""My mot
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a tight white top.They were still talking and feeding the bunnies when I came out, so I decided to cook us all breakfast.Simple pancakes, bacon and fruit.And it's as if the smell of the breakfast summons the pair of them downstairs. They walk into the kitchen just as I'm assembling three plates of food; they're hand in hand, matching smiles on their faces."That smells so good," Cassidy tells me, walking to kiss my cheek as Melody helps herself up on her chair at the dinner table."Daddy makes the best pancakes," she admits."I can't wait to taste them," Cassidy grins.It seems they've become somewhat comfortable around one another since yesterday.I take the plates to the table with help from Cassidy, and then we sit and eat quietly, again reminding me of what's in my grasp. "I see Melody has shown you the bunny room," I point out when I'm finished with my food, sipping on my coffee now. Knowing full well that Melody's most prized possession is her
SebastianMelody climbs into bed much earlier than usual, her face full of tears and her eyes bloodshot."What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as I read the bedside clock; it's three am."My arm hurts," she tells me. Sniffling to make a massive point that she's crying because of it.She's stood beside my side of the bed; her tatty bunny teddy bear in hand as she wipes her cheeks.I reach into my bedside table, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol that I keep for cases of needing them this late at night, and then I flick on the bedside light to draw the correct amount into the syringes.Melody gasps, looking over my shoulder to Cassidy as I sit up and pool the bedding around my waist. Which reveals Cassidy lying beside me. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay for her to stay," I admit, holding out the first syringe for Melody.She takes the medication quickly, climbing in the bed beside me and crawling over me to sit between Cassidy and me."Here, some more, baby."She takes t
"Your house is beautiful," she tells me as I stalk over to her at the railing on the landing once I close Melody's door softly.I grab for her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, and I walk us down to my bedroom.Through all the stress and the unknown from this afternoon, I need a release and the one person who can give me that is right before me.She doesn't argue, so I throw her down on my bed, flipping her over on her belly as I grab frantically at my belt, button and zipper.I barely have my cock out of its confinements before I press my head inside her slit while holding her panties aside so they don't rub on my shaft, and I thrust so hard, so deep, Cassidy grunts below me.I use a hand to cup her neck, pulling her back against me as I remain standing at the end of the bed.I do this for one of two reasons-the first is that I need to dominate her to rid this horrid anguish inside me. Second, I need to keep her screams down to a bare minimum so as not to wake Melody. And s
Sebastian This wasn't how I saw their first meeting going. But Cassidy had once again proved who she was and who she could be for us. Melody had to have a cast placed on her arm, and she cried out as they moved her arm straight to position her bones into the correct state. I couldn't do it; I couldn't bear my child's pain as I sat in panic mode, watching on as if through a pair of binoculars.But she soothingly spoke down to Melody, telling her stories of her farm, of her childhood."It's okay, Melody. I broke my arm once, too. I was riding a horse at my parent's farm, and he bucked, threw me so far ahead of him that I fell on my arm. They needed to cast it too, to mend my bones and make me better," she told Melody as she stroked her cheek, moving the hair that had dried onto her face with the snot from her nose from all the crying."Did they fix it all the way?" Melody whimpered as the lady started putting wet white plaster strips around her arm."They did; I had the cast for eight