The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty Four

::: Just wanted to say thank you all so so much for 10k!!! To be quite honest I didn't really think anybody would read this about a month ago so thank you ❤️ I love you all! Here; have a banana 🍌 xxx :::

The songs for this chapter:

Frozen - Love is an open door. (Its a great song. Don't judge me ;))

Mcfly - Love is on the radio.

~Ellie's P.O.V~

I wake peacefully denying the urge to open my eyes. I just want to lie here, in silence, next to him.

I lean back a little, in an attempt to move closer to his body. But I feel nothing. Did he leave? He told me that he wouldn't.

"Beau? Beau?" I panic, flailing about in hopes to find him, still refusing to open my eyes.

"Shhh baby." His calm voice tells me as two arms wrap around my body, drawing me in.

"I'm here," he coos, stroking my hair.

"I know, Thankyou for staying." I say opening one eye slightly to find his lips before softly caressing them with mine.

"Um babe? So is your daddy." he whispers onto my lips and both of my eyes shoot open.

I spin around in a panic, lifting the duvet from my body. And sure enough my dad's standing there with his arms folded across his chest. Oh Lord.

"I was just-" I look over at Beau's half naked body beside me and cover him up before continuing.

"He was just-"

"Of course he was." my dad rolls his eyes. Not giving me a chance to explain. "Just get up. I don't want you to be late." he says leaving the room swiftly.

"Wow. Who shat in his Cheerios?" Beau laughs.

"You did." I poke at his chest and his body curls as he cries out in pain, pretending to be wounded.

"Why am I with you? I'm sick of all the abuse." he fake sobs.

"Shut it and go make me a sandwich!" I growl, swatting at his arm, but before I can his hand shoots out and grabs mine.

"Why make a sandwich when there's a ready made meal for you right here?" He tells me pushing my hand down his body slowly. Sinking his teeth into his lips as my hand descends.

"Eleanor! Get up now, it's time for school!" my dad shouts from outside the door. I retract my hand quickly and Beau sighs, rubbing his temples.

"Fuck." he laughs lightly and I apologise before leaving the room.

...

~Beau's P.O.V~

I bury my head into her soft pillow as she leaves the room, apologising on the way out.

Every time I go to tell her, someone or something has to interrupt. Yes, distracting her with sexual comments isn't the best way to inform her on the way I truly feel but it's the only way I know how.

I sigh as I roll out of the bed, hauling on my jeans before the door swings open.

"What on earth are you playing at?" Spits her father after closing the door behind him.

"Didn't your mum ever teach you to knock?" I interrogate as though it's my room that he had just barged into.

"No, but she did tell me to never trust the help." he says wearing a snide smirk.

"I'm not the fucking help! We had a deal." I shout. He looks slightly astounded by my choice of words but quite frankly I don't give a shit if she's not here.