Why Bowers? (Henry Bowers x Reader)

Chapter 40

The spa was fenominal. I was relaxed, and most importantly, my mind was 100% clear. I had felt like all of my suppressed feelings were released and I  no longer had that stress in my mind. I drove home, and headed straight for the kitchen.
"Look who's home," Patrick said holding Nicholas. They had just finished dinner, and I could tell by the amount of food on Nicholas's face and clothes.
I smiled,"Did you miss mommy?"
"I know I did," Patrick smirked.
I laughed and took Nicholas from Patrick who was now covered in the same macaroni and cheese that Nicholas was.
"Now, let's go get you cleaned up," I turned to Patrick,"And you too."
He laughed and followed me upstairs. Belch was softly closing the door to Henry and my bedroom. He must've been checking on Henry.
"You're home,"Belch said sounding relieved.
"How's the big man doing?" I asked.
Belch sighed,"Well, all day he's been saying he wants you and he was actually crying and sweating before I got him to fall back to sleep. He didn't eat much today, and what he did eat would just come right back up. Hopefully, his medication stays down."
I gave a weak smile,"Thank you both for taking care of my boys today. I really appreciate everything, especially from you, Pat. If it weren't for your favor and your generosity, I wouldn't have been able to take some time to relax. Now, let's try to get this mac and cheese off of you guys."
We all laughed and headed towards the bathroom. I turned on the bath, and got Nicholas into it. Patrick took off his shirt, and threw it in the washing machine. I began bathing Nicholas, and Patrick sat next to me on the floor.
Patrick's POV:
I decided to sit next to (Y/N) on the bathroom floor as she bathed Nicholas. I admired how beautiful she was with soap all over her. She was just so...so... caring. She's the only person who's cared about me, and I just find it so comforting and attractive when I see her doing simple things. I don't know why, but now that she's a mother, it's like we both see things differently. All of the guys step up and help take care of Nicholas, but for some reason or another, I feel like when she and I take care of him together, it feels natural, organic even. Almost like we were the ones that were supposed to have the baby, not her and Henry.
As I was focusing in on her beautiful features, I felt a small, wet hand wrap around my finger. I looked over and smiled at the thoughts of me being his actual father. I saw  (Y/N) smile at the act as well. She got up to grab a towel for him, and I sat and played with the bubbles in the tub. Nicholas picked some up and put them on my nose. I put some on his nose as well, and (Y/N) giggled.
"Stay right there, I'm gonna go get my camera!" she said as she sped out of the bathroom.
I laughed as she came running back with her camera. My smile grew wider as Nicholas put his hands on my face with more bubbles. (Y/N) snapped at least four pictures of us, but I didn't mind.
(Y/N) took Nicholas out of the bathtub and got him into a pair of pajamas.

(Nicholas's pajamas)
Belch offered to put Nicholas to bed, and (Y/N) let him. She looked at me with a devilish smile.
"What?" I laughed.
"Your turn," she giggled.
We got into the bathroom, and stripped off our clothes. I turned on the shower, and jumped in once it was warm enough. (Y/N) followed in close behind me. Pregnancy did absolutely nothing to her body.  She was still her well-shaped, sexy self. Her jugs were a little bigger, but that's expected. It took me a second to snap out of the trance she put me into, but she began rubbing Henry's shampoo into my long, raven black hair that had quite a bit of cheese in it.
"Close your eyes," she demanded pushing my head under the faucet.
I complied and allowed her to rinse the masculine smelling shampoo out of my hair. It was similar to mine, but his was slightly stronger. I am significantly taller than (Y/N), so I had to crouch down so she could reach my entire head. She finished rinsing out the shampoo, and grabbed some conditioner.
"You have to wait a few minutes for the conditioner to settle into your hair," she said reaching for her shampoo.
I grabbed it out of her hand and put just enough in my hands and massaged it into her scalp. She leaned her head back so I saw her beautiful  (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling up at me.
I switched places with her in the shower and said,"Your turn to close your eyes."
She giggled and proceeded to lean her head under the water as I rinsed like she had done to me. I put conditioner into her hair that smelled of lilac and sugar plums.
"Now I have to rinse your conditioner,"(Y/N) said switching spots with me once more.
I crouched down once more as she rinsed my hair. She finished and I looked at her deeply into her eyes.
"What?" she said smiling.
I smiled back,"We've never showered together. This is nice, unlike anything I've ever experienced before."
She giggled,"When did you become such a poet?"
My smile faded. My eyes filled with lust. I put my hand behind her head and softly spoke,"When I realized what love truely felt like." I leaned down and my lips met hers. So tender, so soft. My entire body surged with a feeling of warmth I hadn't felt in a long time. I pulled away to see (Y/N) with tears in her eyes. Her smiled faded. She held my head with both hands.
"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N)," I stuttered,"I don't know what came over me."
She hushed me,"Patrick, it wasn't just you. I felt it too."
The rest of our shower was silent. We cleaned ourselves, and got out. I threw on whatever clothes I had in the bathroom, and walked out so (Y/N) could get herself done. She walked out of the bathroom when she was finished and walked towards me.

((Y/N)'s pajamas)
She grabbed my shirt out of the dryer, and I put it on. She held the side of my face,"Be safe driving, alright? I'll see you tomorrow."
I gave her a serious look,"I really am sorry, I-"
"It's okay, Pat. It was just a l-little kiss,"she replied.
I could tell she thought it was so much more than just a kiss. I knew she felt like I did, but I didn't want to make her upset. I bid her 'goodbye', and with that I left.
I got home and imediately went to my writing desk. My head was spinning, and I had to write something. I decided to write a poem about how I've been feeling.
I titled it 'My Heart'.

"The monsters that keep me awake at night are the same ones that haunt me during the day

I often try to hush them, though they never go away

My fears and stress are always tearing me apart

Even when I try to feel loved, I feel my aching heart

I know my strength is greater, greater than the demons

But I can't seem to lose them, these pesky little heathens

I've felt the hurt and betrayal, all because of you

Yet my heart still longs for your love, even more than you want it to"

This poem felt right. It truely spoke emotion and I was happy to see my emotion could help with my work. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of Jack Daniel's and mixed it with coke. With that, I changed into a new pair of boxer shorts and took my shirt off. I fell asleep on my couch, and dreamed only of (Y/N). It was a long, painful night.