Die In California

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Devyn's POV:

It was never my intention to lie to JP, and fake my climax. Hell, I was all for the sex. Right until he said those words, as simple as 'Can't wait until we have kids together'. And suddenly I wasn't into it anymore, and I couldn't bring myself to actually cum.

Truth is, I wanted him to pull out. I wanted him to pull out, so I could do what I do best - run and hide from my problems. But he was so close, completely in the moment. I didn't want to disappoint him.

Of course he saw right through me, a little too immediately. And then he had the audacity to ask me how the sex was! I knew he was trying to see how far I'd lie to him. But I was protecting his ego. And I would lie all I had to, to protect him.

I knew he wouldn't be able to understand that, or even consider that I'd done it for him. Instead, he'd focus on the fact that he didn't (he'd say he couldn't) make me cum. Your typical man.

After JP's family came home, I managed to slip away from the chaos unnoticed, and chose to hide up in our bedroom instead. I had a sinking feeling in my gut - maybe it was guilt, maybe it was something else. 

I'd curled up under the covers with Luna collapsing onto my chest and stomach. At first I wanted to push her off, suddenly annoyed at the world for things I couldn't control. The way her claws accidentally scratched my arm, the way she accidentally drooled down my shoulder, the way she headbutted my chin.

But as I watched her look up at me with such love in her eyes, all irritation towards her dissipated, and I found myself snuggling her closer. If anything, she was compressing my aching chest, relieving me for a few moments. 

I laid and held her close, whilst staring up at the ceiling until my eyes glazed over, and the cracks in the ceiling faded to a blur. It was almost as though my body had shut down, with my body feeling like deadweight, and my mind feeling distant.

"Aunt Devyn." A little, cute voice called out - a stark contrast to the door of my bedroom swinging open and the handle slamming against the wall from the impact. It's safe to say it startled me out of my daze, causing me to slowly sit up as Luna moved to lay on the bed. Just in time for Casie to dive onto me.

"What do you want?" I playfully glared at her after a few moments of trying to bring myself back to reality. Her chocolate brown, beady eyes stared at me with suspicion. But thankfully she quickly brushed it off to snuggle up beside me, tucking herself under my arm as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I- are you okay?" She quietly asked, before hesitantly reaching up to cup my suddenly flaming cheeks between her dainty hands. Her eyes held so much concern and sympathy, and for a moment I thought she was dangerously adult-like. The roles had suddenly reversed; she was caring for me, like I should be caring for her.

I let out a quiet, repressed sigh and shuffled closer to her, cradling her head against mine. She was such a sweet, innocent little girl, and didn't deserve to be plagued by the reality of life.

"I'm okay, thank you." I promised, trying my best to ignore the prickling of unshed tears gathering along my waterline. "Don't you worry about me, princess." I whispered hoarsely and gently kissed her forehead. "What was it you wanted to tell me?" 

"Tomorrow's Wyatt, Christah, Justin, Pops and Andrea's last day. We're goin' to Universal Studios. Will you an' Uncle Rook be okay by then?" Casie hesitantly asked with a small pout as she looked up at me with doe eyes.

How she knew about JP and I's rift, I had no idea. But I couldn't believe that she'd let us ruin her day (not that we'd ever intentionally do that!). No seven-year-old should be burdened by her Aunt and Uncle's relationship, for fucks sake! "Babe, no, don't do this." My insides twisted as I sighed and I smoothed out her hair.