Theif 3

Chapter 18

Wesley and I spend the day longing around in out pajamas. We end the day watching Peter Pan, one of Babe's favorite Disney movies. I remember going to get the movie a few days after taking her to that field of wild flowers and I told her it was Nederland.

"Daddy, why Peter never come to my room?" He ask.

"I don't know, baby."

He frowns and looks down as if he were thinking. He yawns "You tell him come for me?"

"I don't know how to find him." I answer honestly.

He sighs and lays back on my chest continuing to watch the movie.

The movie finally comes end and Wesley had been silent ever since he asked for me to invite Peter over. He must be asleep. I lean forward clutching to my body.

"What you doing?" He giggles.

I smile sitting back, "You're still up?"

He nods looking at me.

"Well it's bed time goober."

"No." He whines.

"Don't you want to grow?"

He sighs hopping off the couch. He looks at me. "Daddy, I don't think it working."

I tilt my head to the side, "What do you mean?"

He shakes his head, "I not bigger."

"Sure you are." I stand up and pick him up. "You just need to go to bed more."

He sighs. "Okay."

I smile again while I walk towards the stairs and up them. He rest his head on my chest.

"You're sleeping with daddy again." I tell him as I continue towards my room. Honestly I think the only reason I was able to sleep last night was because of the fact that Wes was with me.

"Okay." He agrees.

When we are in my room I lay him in the bed, there was no need to change into night clothes because he was already in pj's. He lifts up the covers and gets comfortable.

"You lay with me." He says.

"Not now Cheeks. I need to get stuff done around the house tonight."

He frowns, "Please?"

I shake my head. "Not tonight."

He sighs, leaning back more comfortably. "Fine."

I kiss his cheek and turn off the light, exiting the room.

I feel bad for lying to him. I don't really have anything to do, I did all the chores I needed to throughout the day. I just really don't want to go to bed, I'm not tired at all.

So I jog down the stairs and find myself watching TV for about four hours. The shows just started to get boring and I no longer had the motivation to skip through the channels anymore. I turned off the TV.

Still, I was wide awake left with nothing but my thoughts of Babe to consume me.

Where is she?

When will she be home?

Will she stay home?

Does she still love me? I mean, how are you in love with someone for so long, then hate them within just a few days.

Oh God, but what if she doesn't love me anymore? Or even worse, what if she hates me?

I just want her home now.