Love's Sins (Sequel to Silent Cries)

Chapter Twenty One - The Only Thing That Matters.

Two Years Later..
Katherine's POV

I heave a heavy sigh, slumping down onto the couch after having done my daily run around the neighborhood. The new regimen has really begun to take its affect on my body as well as my mind set. When I run, I feel invincible and like nothing, not even the urges for relapse can touch me.

The front door opens and in comes Rory, arm and arm with Ronnie. They both wear easy smiles that make my heart flutter with joy. I have always loved seeing my boy happy. He casts his smile widely at the sight of me and I wave to the both of them with the same enthusiastic grin.

"Hey boys. How was your day?" I ask happily, looking up and marveling at how Rory had really shot up in height over the past year. Ronnie claps him on the shoulder and answers for the both of them. "It went well. I see you're still running a lot aye Katherine?" He finishes, his voice smooth and with a hint of sweetness to it like it had held from the moment I met him.

"Yep. It's a bit of a strain on me but anything to stay in shape and have something more to do." I say, beaming at Ronnie now. He gives me a nod, lacing his fingers with Rory's and causing Rory to blush lightly. I giggle at the sight, the two of them make the cutest of couples.

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Rory had discovered the fact that he didn't like girls in a sexual or romantic way about a year ago. He came to me in tears after having tried to talk about homosexuality with his father. That was the very first and worst mistake that he could've made. It embarrasses me to say that his father and my husband is a massive homophobe.

I stroked his hair as he cried into me, reminding me heavily of how he used to do this when he was a little boy and had scraped his knee on the pavement or whenever he was beaten too hard. "Will I ever be able to come out to him?.." He whimpered, his voice surprisingly firm and raspy. I knew that he wasn't looking for an exact verbal answer out of me. It was the type of question answered best when left in the dead air.

My son could never tell him for fear of what the consequences at the hands of his father may be.

As much as it still saddens me to this day, I never once have doubted that this must be a well kept secret between Ronnie, Rory, and I. So in that moment in the silent apartment, we locked eyes, brown on brown and made a quiet promise to never tell a soul so long as he could get hurt.

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That night, Ronnie asked to sleep over with the claim that his parents were struggling a bit at home. I eagerly allowed him to stay, hoping that it would greater increase Lucas's good behavior. He liked Ronnie about as much as he did his own son.

Lucas had been on his best behavior for the longest of times and the results were stupendous. The egg shells in the apartment were firmly disposed of and the eerie silences that usually resulted in reprimands were filled with laughter or a pleasant air to them. I could easily say that I was finally beginning to fall back into love with him after so long of waiting and sticking it out.

Dinner was of course a lovely and fun filled affair between the four of us. I'd made tacos that night and decided to try and make some of my own sauce from scratch. When it didn't go so well, we were able to laugh while Ronnie inserted a full spoon of the bitter liquid into his mouth and made a face like a scared dog.

Rory and I cleared the table, taking our time and conversing while Ronnie and Lucas discussed the latest sports game in the other room. He bumped arms with me while we washed the dishes and smiled big. "I used to think that this could never be possible." He said warmly and I knew exactly what he was talking about but wanted to hear him say more and clarify.