Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 21.

Since Tom was still asleep and I was glad that he could rest, I already prepared breakfast together with Parker. He squeezed the orange juice while I made scrambled eggs with tomato and peppers. Something Parker absolutely loved. But he liked most of the foods anyway. That was the good thing about him, he was happy about everything I cooked. Not once disliking something.
"Mommy, help." He said, and when I looked over I saw that he had finished squeezing all the oranges, so I cut him two more, his clothes already soaked in the sticky liquid. I spread the egg and toast on three plates, then took out three more glasses for the orange juice.

Now hear me out. I was smart about this. I knew Tom liked orange juice, which was why I made it extra fresh this morning. He couldn't say no to that, and the antidepressants were perfectly mixed in, no chance he would notice them.
I sat Parker down at the dining table, plate and glass ready in front of him.
"Start eating breakfast Sweetface, I'm going to bring your Daddy his breakfast real quick." I gave Parker a kiss on the head before scurrying up the stairs with plate and glass in hand. Putting them down on Tom's bedside table when I arrived, him still beeing asleep.

His eyelashes twitched so sweetly and nostrils flared every time he inhaled. A few of his curls lying chaotically on his forehead. He looked so peaceful, I could have watched him for hours but ended up, bending down just a moment later, starting to place a few kisses on his ear down to his jaw and up to his eyes.

I made sure to leave each one warm and gentle, hoping they would reach his dreams, but as I left the last kiss on his forehead and was about to lean up, I noticed his eyes were wide open. He was awake, but for how long I couldn't tell. Staring me straight in the eyes, then at my lips and back up into my eyes. Looking kind of shocked, not once blinking. But I definitely couldn't say that he looked happy in any way or just even nice. His eyes so red, pupils so black. Lips a straight line and eyebrows furrowed.

My cheeks on the other side started to blush, felt caught and his gaze didn't make it any easier for me not to blush.
"Good morning beautiful boy." I said and threw him a gentle smile. Which he did not return, on the contrary, he rubbed his eyes with two of his fingers and let out a long groan. Found the glass of orange juice on the night stand afterwards.
"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the glass and plate with scrambled eggs.
"Parker and I made breakfast." I let him know, about to wipe a curly strand from his forehead when he jerked his head away and reached for the glass instead, definitely not in the mood to interact.
He swallowed the glass in one go, then grimaced as if he had just swallowed a frog.
"Fuck, that was disgusting." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sat up slowly to be a little further away from me, and then I understood. I was too clingy again, he needed his rest while I needed his closeness.
"Well, I'll drive Parker to Ciara's later so we can have the day to ourselves." I had already arranged this with Ciara but mostly because I wanted to accompany Tom to his therapy and didn't have time to look after Parker today. Besides, I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to give my son my full attention if I had to look after Tom at the same time.
"To Ciara's?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah." Then he rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. Eyes darkly fixed on the door to the room.
"What time?"
"Right after breakfast. I just have to get him dressed and pack a backpack." He nodded, turning his head in my direction, showing no emotion.
"Okay." He said. I took it as a hint for me to leave, wanted to go and check on Parker anyway. So I got up and went down the stairs.

"Hurry up with breakfast little man, I'll drive you to aunt Ciara's later, alright?" His head immediately shot up, spoon with egg on it half stuck in his mouth.
"Ciara? Yaay!" He cheered, did a little happy dance. "Can I pwease sleep at Ciawas?" He begged, repeating the word "please" over and over again.
"I'll ask her, but don't get your hopes up." He nodded and I started packing him a backpack, stuffed animal and favourite book of course included. Afterwards I asked Ciara if it was OK if he stayed at hers overnight and she agreed. More than happy to be spending time with her favourite little boy.