Reality vs Imagination

We Should Do This More Often

           Tyler was laughing while Peter tickled him to death.  "Okay boys!"  I started.  "Tyler go on, it's time for bed."  Tyler refused so he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. 

       "No!  I wanna play with Peter!"  Tyler grumbled.

       "Peter has to go to bed too.  You two can play in the morning."  I attempted to convince him.

       " You mean he's spending the night?"  Tyler cheered.

       "Yes.  Now go brush your teeth so you can go to bed."  I ordered and pushed him towards the hallway.

               I turned to Peter and jerked my head towards the door, signaling him to follow me.  I headed back to my room and picked up the extra clothes I had dropped earlier.  Once I was inside my room with Peter I tossed him his shirt and headed into my bathroom.   I quickly got rid of my clothes and pulled the other on.  I was a lot comfortable in shorts and a tank top.  Once I was set I opened the door and exited the bathroom. 

             Peter was sitting on the edge of the bed and when he heard me come out his head shot up.  Our eyes met and I moved closer to him.  Peter stood up and with his height he towered over me.  Peter snaked his arms around my waist and set his chin on top of my head.  We stood in silence for a while before I assumed Tyler was out the bathroom and waiting in bed for me to read him a bedtime story. 

       "I'll be right back."  I  said to Peter.   I left a small peck on his lips before turning around.   I stood face-to-face with Peter once more after he grabbed my wrist and twirled me around.

       "Don't ever leave me like that again."  Peter insisted.

       "Like what?"   I was completely clue less. 

       "Leaving me wanting your lips more than ever."  He stated with a smirk.

               I smiled ear to ear and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.   Our make out session was cut short due to a small knock on my door.  I jumped away from Peter but only to find Tyler at the door making a face of disgust.

        "Ewwwww!!!"  Tyler gushed.

         I chuckled as I kneeled in front of  Tyler.  "Ready for your bedtime story?"  I asked in a soft tone.

        "I want Peter to tell me a story!"  Tyler insisted.

        "Alright buddy, I'll tell you a story but first I have to..... Uh......Get prepared."

        "Ready for what?"  Tyler asked curiously.

        "It's a surprise.  Now go in your room and wait for me."

              I watched as Peter lead Tyler out the door and shut it behind  him.  Peter quickly turned to me and locked the door before throwing himself at me.  He spoke in between kisses.  "Mmmm."  He hummed.  "You taste..."  Kiss  "Good. "   Kiss kiss "We should...."  Kiss  "Do... This ....."  Kiss kiss "More Often."

Kiss Kiss "Shut up!"  I spoke.  

        Peter broke away and said, "I'll be back, I think I kept your brother waiting long enough.  We can finish this later."  I shook my head in understanding.

        "Don't take too long."  I whispered before planting one last kiss on his lips.

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               Peter and I were in the kitchen preparing breakfast before Tyler woke up.  "Katy?"  Peter asked.

        "Hm?"  I hummed.

        "I was wondering if we could catch a movie later."   He asked.

        "I don't know..... I'd like to but I have to find someone to look after Tyler."  I pointed out.

        " I see."  Is all Peter said.

             All the people that could possibly look after Tyler ran through my head then I finally found someone, Aunt Jasmine.  Shortly after my mother passed away she told me if I ever needed anything just to call her.  I haven't seen or spoken to her in a while, I wonder if she's still willing.                  

       "Pancakes are finished babe."  Peter announced

           I grabbed a pancake and took a bite out of it. I looked at Peter in the eye and offered him a piece and he smiled and took what I had offered him.  We shared stories about our past as we sat at the kitchen island eating our pancakes.  Apparently Peter broke his foot while playing soccer when he was 8.  I'm so lost in his eyes that I completely zone out.  I don't know what it is about him but he just makes me feel complete again.  I never want him to leave.