Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 9=

A/N: Above is a photo of the new and improved Taylor Gunnolf for those who didn't read the temporary update chapter. If you must know, I have a huge thing for models that pose like that... and he is just too hot!

And, before you freak, I am aware that the poem is missing. I am not taking it away from every single chapter, however, sometimes inspiration doesn't hit me as hard as I want it to and I kind of fluff around with the idea of the chapter and when it's finally done, I kind of don't want to shove a poem in the front just to do it for the sake of having it there. Those things are important to adding substance to the chapter and I feel like doing it out of obligation takes away from the integrity of what I do. Regardless, please read the note at the end as well, there's some important stuff I want to address. Good stuff though, nothing bad!

[Sebastien]

"Skylar!" I yell, knowing him, he is probably stealing food from the bowls of snacks I have laid out on the table. "Stop eating the brownies and come help your old man!"

A round of shuffling later, I hear footsteps against the wooden floor and my son comes into my room with a smudge of chocolate across the corner of his mouth. "The brownies are really good!" He wiggles his nose and jumps onto my bed to give me a hug. "Do you want a massage? Felix says I give good massages."

"He's probably being nice to you, he's a certified physiotherapist - Oh fuck, a bit to the left please." Skylar jabs the pad of his thumbs into a knot in my back that I can't quite reach, he does have a good hand for this, I stand corrected. "How has your week been baby boy?"

"I am thinking of resigning my job after this year..." I whip my head around and look straight at him. The smudge of brownie bugs my OCD, so I swipe it away with a piece of tissue and he wipes the rest of his mouth down. He's always been a clumsy eater, even as a baby he manages to get his baby food all the way up to his forehead as if instead of a third eye, he has a second mouth up there.

"What? Why? Are you not happy? I thought you loved your job..." I turn around properly and search his expression for a lead to why he wants to resign, there hasn't been a catastrophe after the pneumonia-com-hypothermia incident, so I doubt it is anything like that. "Is there something that you aren't enjoying? Is it the people? Are the kids being hard on you?"

"No no... I just really want to go back to university. I've been thinking a little bit... I want to do more art related stuff and maybe teach at a high school for the long run." He shrugs, to my knowledge, he's only been at a high school for internship and I can't see him working with a building of horny teens that want to shove their dicks in places that are not meant to have dicks in.

I tug him close to me and hug him tight, ignoring how my back is currently murdering my sanity, it's been aching ever since I pulled my back while lifting. I have a bad habit of slouching when I lift, and Felix has been trying his best to correct me but I'm just stubborn and not self conscious enough. He would get so angry at me for hurting myself, but that's not going to be a problem for another half hour until they arrive. "You scared me Skylar. I thought you were upset with the staff, I will kick their ass if they are treating you unfairly."

Skylar pushes me away gently, pressing a kiss to my cheek then smiling softly, his favourite idle expression. "I'm an adult dad, I can handle myself if people are treating me unfairly." He turns me around and starts working his fingers again, "I'm still thinking about it, I don't have enough money to go back to university just yet anyway."

"Skylar... You know you can just ask me and I will gladly pay for part of your schooling, I have all this money that is going to go to you and Ryland after I kick the bucket anyway." You would expect Skylar to hate a spiel about death and my will, but he surprisingly doesn't feel negatively towards it.