Bound

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Eleanor's POV

Eleanor, why in the world are you crying? I scolded myself furiously wiping the tears away while humming to Peyton to go to sleep.

"Mummy crying." Peyton sat up from his bed noticing the tears on my face.

"No, sweetheart," I said laying him back down. "Just had something in my eye. Go on, time for sleep. Mummy will go get some rest too, okay? Good night." I kissed the top of his forehead and gently closed the door behind me. 

I walked past by Luke's door, knowing that Parker already put him to sleep. I purposely stalled time in Peyton's room not wanting to see him after tonight. I couldn't face him after what's happened. I accidentally overheard him in his father's office after using the bathroom. I had wished I didn't. I couldn't blame his father, though. Everything he said about me was true. I couldn't believe I had let the image of myself come to that.

I slowly walked up the stairs dreading to face Parker. I gently opened the door hoping he was already asleep but was disappointed seeing him sitting down on the edge of his side of the bed. I quickly escaped to my closet shrugging out of the dress. After washing up in the loo for a really long time not wanting to go out and speak to Parker, I reluctantly stepped out into our bedroom in my comfy gray sweats and white v-neck t-shirt I saw lounging around in the back of my closet. Thank God I found them too because there was no way I'm ever going to get caught wearing those lingerie clothes Parker ordered for me. I cringed at the thought of that sight. I glanced at Parker and was shocked when he was still in the same position I found him last. 

When he heard my soft footsteps, he brought his head up and stated, "I was hoping more of lace and skin, but I guess that will have to do for the night." His boyish smirk that always kept him from being taken seriously was upon on his face.

I raised an eyebrow, not expecting this side of him at this particular moment. "Sorry to disappoint." I replied back slipping into the bed. "Parker, about tonight..."

"What about it?" He interrupted not one bit fazed and crawled up to the head of the bed. He leaned against the headboard with both his arms behind his head. I couldn't help but notice his toned biceps flex. 

"I didn't mean to be the cause for you and your father's fight," I said softly crossing my arms over the covers. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, ma cheríe," he sternly said. "Fights with Father are a common thing. We do it more than a civilized conversation."

It was silent for a moment; both of us not knowing what to say. I stole a peek at him and found that he was asleep. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was light and rhythmic. I smiled softly and turned my back on him lightly crying myself to sleep hoping Parker didn't hear.

The next few weeks passed by slowly. I officially had nothing to do, and the fact bothered me to the brim of insanity. I loved my boys with all my heart, but sometimes they get a bit too much. They had been getting really comfortable living here and of course, with Parker himself. Especially Luke. He waits up for Parker to get home just so he could tuck him into his bed. 

I was a bit scared of what this will lead to. I specifically remembered Parker stating he wanted nothing to do with my sons but now look at that man, acting as if he was the father! Putting them to bed, playing with them when he gets home early, and spoiling them with toys every now and then. I was getting a bit fed up by his actions. I wanted to hope so bad they were genuine acts, but with Parker you may never know. I just don't want him to stop caring and leave the boys wanting more that he couldn't give: being a father.