Spencer Matthews is looking to turn his family of two into a family of three. He just needs to find a wife. With the help of his best friend Leah, Spencer is on a mission to find his missing half, but.... perhaps it had been there all along.
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"Zackery James Matthew's, get back here!"
"No!" His boyish voice shouted from down the passage. I growled and clutched the bottle tighter in my hands while I stomped towards his room. Zack suddenly squealed, seconds before his bedroom door slammed closed. My frustration grew.
I sped towards the room and banged on the door. "Zack, open this door now!"
"No!"
"Don't make me knock this door down." He giggled. "That's it. One, two-"
"What do we have here?" I paused with my foot stuck in the air. I turned to see the only person who could calm me down in seconds. The only person who I trusted most with Zackery.
"He won't take his medicine," I grouched, glaring at the door. I lowered my foot and moved to lean against the wall.
My best friend since age 11, Leah chuckled from her place across me. "He still battling with the cold?" she asked. She knew everything there was to know about Zack. I wouldn't have survived the last six years without her.
"Yeah, except now it's progressed, and he has a bad cough." As evidence, Zack began wheezing from behind the door. I grimaced at the sound of his phlegm scratching and his little body heaving. It killed me to hear him suffer like that and I wanted nothing more than to take his pain away. If only the rugrat would listen.
Soft footprints padded towards me, and I turned my attention back towards Leah. She wore dark jeans and her favorite woolen sweater, the one I'd gifted her last Christmas and one she wore whenever the temperature dropped. Her midnight black hair was up in a weird bun on her head which put her round rosy cheeks on full view. Leah never did handle the winter well and she was often left with a permanent blush on her face and nose. I found it adorable, but it was one of her biggest insecurities. "Can I give it a shot?" she asked, taking place beside me.
I suddenly caught a whiff of her perfume, a strong floral scent that I knew she only ever wore on special occasions. "Why do you smell like that?"
She leaned back and then bent down to smell her armpit. "I don't stink."
I glared. "No, you smell fantastic, and I want to know why."
She rolled her eyes and reached for the medicine bottle in my hand. "Stop being dramatic. I'm allowed to smell pretty when I want to."
"No, you're not."
"You're being ridiculous." She shoved me aside with her hip and knocked on the door. She was much gentler than me. "Zack, sweetie it's me. Open up so I can come say hi."
"I don't want daddy to come in." answered Zack. Leah giggled at my sour expression, so I stuck my tongue out at her.
"I'll keep daddy away, I promise." She shot me a look, so I stepped away.
"I'll go get dinner started." I bent down to kiss Leah on the top of her head and mumbled my gratitude. She smiled brightly at me, and I felt all my previous frustration settle. As I turned towards the kitchen, I heard Zack's bedroom door squeak open and Leah's voice trail away until I couldn't hear it anymore. If anyone could get him to take his medication, I knew Leah could. She'd always had a special bond with Zack. My brother Davey often wondered if it bothered me how close my best friend and son were, but the answer was simple. No. Never. I found their relationship beautiful, and I cherished it as much as they did.
