Day 5

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I tried bringing up Kody's drawing to Parrish before we went to bed but he dismissed it as Kody just letting out his artistic self. That really, really, pissed me off. So much that I stormed out of our bedroom with my pillow to sleep on the couch just to angrily storm back in because I couldn't sleep alone.

"Would you look at that! The prodigal son has returned." Parrish greeted me with a grin on his face when I opened the bedroom door.

"Shut up, I hate you." I flopped on the bed next to him and turned him so I could hug him from behind. "I'm still very much pissed at you and I won't make you breakfast tomorrow." He smelled like home and I hated that.

"Oh no, not my breakfast." Parrish said with fake concern in his voice.

No, you know what? Let's make him breakfast and put laxatives on it.

I didn't say anything and just aggressively rubbed my nose on the back of his neck. I couldn't believe Parrish's audacity, of course there was something deeply wrong about that drawing. Anyone with two functioning brain cells could see that and for him, out of all people, to just wave it off as "artistic expression", couldn't have unnerved me more.

"Darius."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear you talking, right now."

"No, Darius, listen." He turned to face me, he looked rather cute in that goofy hair hat for his curls. I almost smiled, almost.

Stop, we're supposed to be mad at him.

"I know-" he sighed, "I know that there's something wrong with Kody but, I'm just- After today's therapy session he asked me to pick him up and didn't even try to slap me when I got him out of the car. Then we get home and the first thing you do is shove that problem in my face. I just wished you could've let me enjoy that victory for a little longer."

Parrish made a fist on my shirt and drove his face into my neck. His breath felt warm on my skin and he was shaking a little. That only meant that he was tearing up. I realized one critical thing about the situation:

Oh, goddess, I'm the asshole.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, feeling guiltier than the time I told Abby my noodles tasted bad so I wouldn't have to share with her, then proceeded to lie to her about every other food I ate. It got to a point where she started refusing to eat all sorts of food because, according to her beloved big brother, they tasted awful and her big brother never lied to her.

"I'm so sorry, love. That was wrong of me, but I'm glad that Kody is trusting you a little more."

"And I'm sorry for not being emotionally mature." Parrish, as always, tried to deflect the seriousness of the situation with a joke. "I'll show the picture to Dave next week," he breathed in sharply, before continuing, "you should come too." He said, practically begging me with his eyes to say yes.

"Okay, I will." I leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead. "You have the day off tomorrow, don't you? Why don't we go on a little date, just the two of us, huh?"

"You mean having brunch like a couple of old omegas?" He giggled.

"Yeah, why not?" I shrugged, and he giggled again before going quiet.

"That sounds... nice actually." Parrish once again dove into my neck to scent me and was oddly shy about it.

The moonlight coming through the window was enough for me to see a slight blush forming in his cheeks. I would have teased him about it but it didn't seem like the right thing to do. Parrish being vulnerable is not a thing that I liked to fool around with lightly.

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