Part 2 of the Pixie love story that follows the life of Peri, Tinkerbell's sister, as she searches for what her heart truly desires.
This story is for mature audiences only!
Ron drove me home because I drank a little too much, haunted by the image of that little boy that just died tonight on the operating table. I've lost patients before, but this time it feels different. It struck too close to home, to my heart. The moment I told their parents their boy had died, I felt their pain ripping me apart. How does one come back from that? How do you survive knowing your child will never call you mommy or daddy ever again? This has never affected me so badly in the past. I've lost patients before, unfortunately, and I would go out and get drunk with Ron and then come home, sleep and feel like shit the next day. The feelings were lower in intensity, but now, they hit me like a tsunami. I don't think the drinking alone would fix this.
"Thanks for the drive, man!" I tell Ron and the Uber driver.
"Don't do anything too stupid!" Says Ron and I smile bitterly. The car drives away and I enter the house and drop the keys on the tray. I walk into the kitchen and find a box with a cake inside it that says "Happy Late Birthday, Mr. A!". I smile sadly at the gesture. I don't know what to think or what to do. My mind is too much of a mess, right now!
I pour myself a glass of bourbon, and drink it up. Then, I dry my tears and go upstairs to find her and Terry. I find him sleeping in his crib, like a little angel. I sit down next to him and start crying. I cry for the little boy, I cry for my baby boy, for how lucky I am to have him and how scared I am to lose him. I'm so lost in my own mind ,and in the way it's spinning right now, that I don't even hear Peri walking into the room.
"Hey! What's wrong?" She asks and wraps her arms around me, stroking my hair. I hold her tight and let her comfort me. A couple of seconds later, I find myself calming down, listening to her breaths. I don't know how she manages to always ground me and bring light into my soul every time she is around. Only when I let her go, I notice her skin is wet and she's wearing nothing but a big towel wrapped around her. My heart starts racing in my chest and desire sparks inside me.
My fingers linger a little too much on her skin, not wanting to lose the sensation traveling through my body right now. Is it the alcohol? Is it her? I can't help but remember all the times I kissed Terry in her arms, just to be close to her, to inhale her sweet scent, the same one she's wearing now.
I slowly run my fingers on her bare shoulders and then down her arms and she lets out a shaky breath. Her cheeks are rosy again as she looks at me like a lost little deer with those pure green eyes and her parted trembling lips. So innocent! So tempting! I should stop, but I've resisted her for so long! Just a taste... one kiss...
I don't even realize when the space between us closes and I feel her warm breath fanning over my skin. I smile, thanking God she hasn't stopped me yet, and then I finally capture her lips. She sits still for a second, but then returns my kiss timidly, allowing me to taste her mouth. My entire body burns for her, and all my thoughts finally become silent. It's just me and her, and how her body feels so close to mine! My hand travels from her shoulder to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss and she moans against my lips. Fuck! I must stop or I'll pull that towel off he body and take her against the wooden floor, and something tells me she's not that type of woman. Unfortunately for me, Terry wakes up fussy and starts making noises. She immediately pulls back from the kiss and stands up, holding her towel. She picks up Terry and kisses his temple, whispering sweet nothings against his ear and he calms down.
"Let's put some food in this belly!" She says and then looks at me. "In your belly too!"
Peri
He kissed me! That's all I can think about when I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I see the cakw box is open and my heart jumps in my chest. Then it hits me: he was crying when I entered the room. Why was he crying?
"Peri, you don't need to do this! I can feed him!" He tells me as he walks behind me.
"Scrambled or just fried?" I ask him as I open the fridge and take the egg carton out. Then I place Terry in his arms and fix his formula. I hand him the bottle and then take out the frying pan.
"Scrambled!" He says and I turn on the gas. A couple of minutes later, I place 2 plates on the table. I take Terry from his arms and go upstairs, while feeling his eyes on me. My legs are shaking because of how nervous I feel, but I need to keep myself busy and make sure everything is in place before I go home. I put Terry in his crib, put my dress on and then go downstairs and see him playing with a tomato on his plate.
"Don't play with your food!" I tell him and he raises an eyebrow, looking at me amused. That makes my mouth run dry and blood return in my cheeks. Why must I always blush?
"Yes, M'am!" He says in a lower voice and I feel my entire body tensing. We both eat in silence. After that, I take the plates and put them in the dishwasher and still feel his eyes on me. When I stand up, I see him very close to me and panic.
"You need to shower and go to sleep!" I tell him and he chuckles softly.
"You're very bossy today, miss Peri! I like it!" I thank all Gods for him leaving the kitchen because I was holding my breath the whole time. My body pulsates as I struggle to breathe normally again. I take the cake and put it in the fridge and then leave.
I did what Tink asked me to! I played the game! Now what do I do? What is the next move?
Damn it!
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