One Night Only

Chapter Eight- She's scaring me.

~Kirsten's point of view~

It's the second day of waking up next to Deacon. I don't dare move. Somehow during the night, his leg got thrown over me. I get it. The couch is small. I'm a big girl; he's a tall guy; we've made it work the last two days. My goal today is to try to have a conversation with my dad. I've always been closer to him. I know that he's probably highly disappointed in me. I think if I talk to him, some of the uncomfortableness will fade.

Deacon and I explained to Zane that Deacon was his dad. He's three. I don't know if he understood it or not. During Deacon's lunch yesterday, he came down, and we did the DNA test. Darren has been bringing us food. He has brought breakfast and dinner; each time, he brings a different toy for Zane. Zane likes him. They giggle a lot when he's here; I'm not uncomfortable with his brothers, just him.

It's mainly because I don't know what to expect from him. We talk, but we don't talk. I know that that makes no sense. I know that there's more that he hasn't told me. I mean, I get why that night happened. Sia wants out of their marriage, but she wanted money too. I don't understand how my friends and I got involved. The only connection is Sam.

Deacon: "Good morning."

He whispered in my ear. Chills rushed through my body. Goosebumps formed uncontrollably; It's the same feeling I got that night. I'd never tell him that.

Kirsten: "Morning."

I thought he'd remove his leg, but he didn't. He pulled me closer to him and cuddled with me. It's amazing.

I can't get used to it. He isn't mine to have; he's here for one reason. To keep us safe. I can't let little moments like this take control. I'll just end up with my heart broken a second time. I can't and won't go there again. OMG! No, no, no. My mind is playing tricks on me. There's no way he's running his fingers up and down my arm...

Deacon: "I don't want to go to work today."

Kirsten: "Why?"

Deacon: "I want to spend the day with you and Zane."

Kirsten: "We will be here when we get off."

Deacon: "I know. I'm the one who controls that."

I laugh.

Kirsten: "Yes, you are."

The door comes open. It's a crapshoot of who it is. I won't speculate anymore. I'm never right.

Carter: "Morning, Sweetheart."

Kirsten: "Good morning, Daddy."

Carter: "How is he?"

I'm not moving. I'm comfortable. I'm willing to take whatever Deacon is willing to give me. If he's willing to cuddle, I'm not going to fight it or do anything to ruin it.

Kirsten: "He's kept two full meals down. He's getting back to normal. He and Darren had a giggle festival last night."

Carter: "Darren?"

Kirsten: "Deacon's twin brother."

Carter: "There's two of you, Deacon?"

Deacon: "Yes. We're fraternal."

Carter: "Hopefully, he's better looking than you."