40 Days

Chapter 3

Gavin
I roll over covering my face with the blanket, "Damn sun" I mumble under my breath. I inhale the smell of bacon, it has been too long since I felt this comfortable. However, I knew it couldn't last.

"Gavin sweetie, wake up and come downstairs I have a surprise for you" mom stood in my doorway smiling down at me.

I quickly jumped out of bed and pulled on the plaid pajama pants that were in a ball next to my bed. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of bacon and eggs. That was my birthday special. Every year mom cooked me bacon and eggs. While we ate, we played battleship.

"H7" I practically yelled. Mom gazed up at me with total shock on her face.

"YOU JUST SUNK MY LAST SHIP! HOW ARE YOU SO DAMN GOOD AT THIS GAME?" I returned my mom's look of shock and we both burst into laughter.

I reached up and wiped the tears of my face from laughing too hard. "I love you mom."

"I love you to sweetie" she gave me a smile filled with love and wrapped me into a hug that I didn't know would be my last.

My gaze jumped to the door by the dresser where honey eyes was staring at me with concern in his eyes. Man, I hated that look but I couldn't help but notice he was only in a towel that hung firmly around his hips.

"Take a picture it will last longer" he smirked at me. My natural instinct was to grab the closest thing to me and chuck it at him, lucky for him it was a pillow.

He walks over to his dresser pulling out a pair of baggy sweatpants and a hoodie. "I will be back" I watch as he disappears back into the door. A few seconds later he returns walking over to the bed and laying down.

"Gavin, are you alright?" Concern spread over his face. Is that the only emotion he could show? He propped himself on his elbow facing me.

"Peachy, if I wanted to talk about it I would but I don't so drop it" I grumbled.

"You just seem to faze out a lot" he reached up and wiped a tear of my cheek. When did that get there? Why was I crying? Why is he being so nice to me? I mentally sighed as I raked my hand through my hair.

"I do? I hadn't noticed" he rolled his eyes and sat up.

"Breakfast is probably ready come eat. Then I will explain how you ended up in my bed" I thanked him and I followed him through the never ending hallway looking at all the pictures that hung on the walls.

The kitchen was stunning. The floors were black marble that matched the counter tops. I gazed over the crisp white counters taking in every detail. In the center there was a beautiful table with a bouquet of flowers as the centerpiece. My eyes fell on the man that was sitting at the table reading a newspaper. He looked over his glasses giving honey eyes a sincere smile.

"Morning Gray" his voice was calm and husky.

"Morning dad, this is Gavin. He stayed the night. I hope that isn't a problem" Gray fiddled with the strings on his sweatpants.

"Of course not. There is enough food sit, eat" he motioned for us to join him.

As we sat with our plates I realized I hadn't had a home cooked meal since my moms death. I choked back the lump that was forming in my throat but Gray noticed and gave me a concerned look.

I stood up abruptly earning a questioning look from Gray and his father "I need to use the bathroom."

"I can show you where it is" Gray stood up. I wanted to tell him no but I new that I couldn't. He is trying to be nice, although he doesn't know what he is getting himself into.