Under My Protection

Chapter 12

For PentatonixFangirl

A/N: The video that is attached to this chapter is what Mitch plays for Scott. Also, I will probably not be updating this weekend because it's our weekend to host our band tournament. I have not had time to fix my codes so be patient.

I couldn't describe the way Mitch played. He did it so well. Even with a toddler balanced on his lap. His fingers move fluidly along the keys. I could only watch in amazement. He was so calm as the slow melody picked up pace. David was even mesmerized. It was like time stopped. It was just Mitch producing that beautiful music.

This is what I felt when I had to follow him in college. I would sit in the very back of the auditorium and listen to the man who played with his back turned towards me. Then I would run when the final key echoed around the empty hall. But now I was here, watching the passive, yet content expression on his face. Mitch calmly leaned down to kiss David's forehead. The boy slipped under the piano and went to go play in the many empty chairs in the auditorium. I came to sit by Mitch. He kept his promise the very next day. He was playing for me.

"Why did you ever quit?" He gently began leaning against my shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Gave Chris a headache." He answered without stopping the music. I wanted to see if I could get him to mess up. I lowered my lips to his neck. I noticed a smile twitch on the corner of his lips but otherwise he was fine. I turned his face and brought him into a soft kiss. The music suddenly stopped and his arms went around my neck.

"Scotty and Daddy sitting in a tree. K-I-S-I-N!" We broke apart when David began singing, laughing at his misspelled word. I don't think spelling was the little boy's strong suit.

"Come here buddy. Let's go home." I lifted him up on my shoulders. He giggled loudly. I had one hand holding his hand so he didn't fall off and the other was holding Mitch's. We looked like a family. There was no doubt in that. I think everyone would be convinced. Even people who knew Mitch his whole life.

"Can Daddy teach me how to play the piano?" Mitch looked up at the little boy on my shoulders.

"Maybe. Only if we can get one though." I glanced over at him. I got him out of the house for a reason. That reason was a surprise.

"Daddy look!" Mitch ran up the stairs and gasped at what use to be an empty room. A beautiful, sleek grand piano was in the room. Mitch let his fingers brush across the glossy black surface to tease the keys. He looked back at me.

"Scott...."

"You can play now. You can teach David. You can have that small smile on your lips."

"I'm going to get Wyatt." David ran down the stairs. Mitch continued to stare at me.

"You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Just like the cat." He slipped his hand in mine and pulled me to sit on the bench with him. He played a couple keys to get use to the tone. Then his fingers slowly started. It was a different melody than earlier. The other was more childish, more for David. This one was different. It sounded....mature? I don't know how to to say it. "You're beautiful." He hit a wrong key when I complimented him. That's all it took.

"Stop Scott." I was whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He giggled quietly from my warm breath spilling on to his neck. "I'm serious." He was smiling until he hit the last note perfectly. "You're amazing." He leaned over to give me a kiss. I smiled as our lips moved perfectly together. He moved one of my hands under his shirt. I was still getting use to the whole being able to touch him. Like when I woke up with his naked body against mine.

"Daddy! Daddy!" David had his arms fully extended out and he was making a buzzing noise with his lips. "I'm an airplane!" I got up off the bench and picked him up in the air. He giggled happily.

"I'm going to make lunch. Be nice to Scott, David." Mitch waved his finger teasingly at the boy. David put his arms around my neck.

"Can you be my dad?" I set David standing up on the piano bench.

"I can't. You already have a dad." I didn't want to explain this. I didn't want to break his little heart.

"I have two." He held up his hands, showing me two fingers that were up. "Why can't I have three?" I pulled him into my arms and placed him on my hip.

"It's different buddy."

"Di....ffer....rent?"

"It makes your head spin circles." David pursed his lips.

"But you kiss my daddy." He leaned up to my ear. "On the lips." He whispered quietly then looked away like something bad was said. I laughed.

"Well, don't get me wrong David, I like your Daddy but what about your Papa."

"You make my Daddy smile." He put his pointer fingers on the corner of my lips and turned them up into a forced smile. "Papa makes Daddy cry. Daddy tries to hide it but I know. He always tells me how much he loves me and that it's not my fault. Did my Papa leave 'cause me?" I cupped David's little cheek. Mitch raised this little boy to be incredibly smart. I kissed David's cheek.

"No buddy. Papa is on a special mission and he'll be back soon. I'm watching after you and your Daddy until he gets back." I began making my way down the stairs with David in my arms. He wiggled out when he saw Wyatt on the couch. I went to the kitchen where Mitch was. He had his back turned to me and it didn't seem like he heard me. I was standing behind him when he turned around, grabbing the collar of my shirt to crash our lips together. He pulled away. He was biting his bottom lip.

"I have a three year old and a husband that try to sneak up on me. Don't even try."

"I'll get you one day." There was a small sparkle in his eyes.

"Is that a promise?" I pulled him back into a kiss. This time it was gentle. "Please tell me you'll at least come to bed with me. I just want you next to me."

"Of course." I mumbled against his lips.

"Scotty, up!" I pulled away to lift David up. I threw him in the air and caught him. I made a 'whoosh' noise to make it more fun. "Daddy! He's gonna drop me!"

"Okay." Mitch stole the little boy from my arms. "Time to eat. To the table young sir." David took his plate and went to the table to eat. "Here you go." Mitch handed me a plate with food on it. I stared at it for awhile before accepting it. Mitch doesn't usually make me lunch.

"Thank you."

I don't think I will ever get use to being romantically involved with Mitch.