A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

28-Orphan Boy

~Caroline~

"What's wrong, My Love?" It was the following week and like mostly every morning I laid in our bed and watched Sol get ready for another day of work. Really, I could not wait until we got to go on our honeymoon in three short weeks. He needed a break, a serious one, because I could tell how high his stress level had risen in the past week. My Sir had been distant with everyone, except Christopher.

Sol sat on the edge of the bed and started to button his cuffs when he answered, "I'm fine. Just not looking forward to having lunch with Davina today." Ah, of course...his real mother. I knew that had been the reason he has been in a mood lately. I'm sure anyone would if the person who birthed them hadn't wanted them suddenly. I climbed out from the sheets then and crawled across the bed until I reached him. His back looked so strong under his shirt and his hair was long enough now that it reached just bellow the collar. I was seriously digging that..,and the beard. He was like an entire snack. My snack.

"I'm sure everything with be fine and I think meeting up with her is the best decision. You actually might like her and be glad she called." I told him as I wrapped my arms around his thick torso and pressed my naked body against his clothed one. I wished there was something I could do to make this situation better for him. I wished I could go with him but there wasn't and I couldn't.

"I find it hard to believe I will like the woman who left me at the door of a boy's home because she couldn't handle being a mother," Sol replied and pulled away from me to stand. It was so fucking unfortunate that being a mother had been ripped away from me, yet there were people like Davina Blake who got the wonderful privilege and abused it. Threw it all away in a second. Perhaps that was why Sol was the way he was. I still had yet to figure that one out.

I watched my Sir go to the dresser and pull his wallet from the top drawer. Really I hadn't known what to say to him, even when I had given him the suggestion to at least meet her...again after all these years. "I'm sorry, babe." There was no way I could possibly know how he felt about this but I didn't like it. I had grown up with parents who loved my sister and I dearly...So had he but after he had just been thrown away by the one person whose soul job was to raise him and protect him. That was why he was so thankful for the people who did step up and be his parents.

Sir came back to me then after stuffing his wallet inside of his back pocket and leaned down to kiss me. It was brief and simple, like most of his ritual goodbye morning kisses before he left for work. "I know but you shouldn't be because this isn't your doing. I have to go now, I will call you later, okay?" One last kiss to the top of my forehead and he was heading out the door, like ritual.

God, I had a million things to do today; start on the table centerpieces for the wedding, afternoon class at University and then Sol and I would check out a location. Neither of us were really big fans of churches so...

I got up almost immediately after Sol left and got dressed for the day. Liv should be here any minute to help me with the centerpieces. I was in the middle of making a bagel, drinking coffee and staring at my dining room table that had all kinds of ribbons and lace in horror when the bell sounded. This was going to take at least an entire day to finish them all. Twenty centerpieces for twenty tables. Lovely.

I was heading to the front door when the bagels popped up from the toaster and when I let my best friend in she did the thing she knew best; started gossiping, mostly about her boyfriend and school. It didn't end there either. For the next several hours I listened while some serious hot gluing was going on. I was just dreading the headache that today would bring.

~Sol~

It was bad enough that I had to think about the memories of my short time in childhood when I was with my mother, much less dream about them. It had me in a funk for days now. My feelings towards the woman were livid ones...Had been for my entire childhood and adult life. To say I was really not looking forward to having lunch with the woman was an understatement.