Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*

Chapter~Eight~

Unknown P.O.V

I walked into my home with smell of a home cooked meal waiting for me. I need it after the hard day at work I had. Poor kid, I can’t believe after all these years he still lives here. It must have been, what eight or nine years since I last been here.

“Hey I’m home!” I yelled to let my family know I’m home.

“DAADDDDYYYYY!!!!” my little girl came screaming and ran into my open waiting arms.

“How’s my little princess?”

“Good, but daddy wouldn’t let me have a cookie before dinner,” my cute little girl. She’s only six with brown wavy hair, blue eyes, just like her other daddy, the love of my life.

“Did he now? Why don’t we go a sneak some before dinner,” I whispering hoping Eric wouldn’t hear.

“Don’t you even dare, beside dinner is done you could have some after dinner,” his voice rang out from the kitchen. I carried our daughter to kitchen to go eat.

“Busted?”

“Yes, but I still love you,” he turn and gave me quick kiss, “and stop trying to make me look the bad guy.”

“Sorry,” I was going to give him a kiss, but apparently someone didn’t want me to. She put her hand in between my lips and Eric’s.

“Now Lynnette what did I say about putting your hands on people’s mouths,” she always did that we are about to kiss or when she wants someone to be quiet without having to tell them to shut up.

“I know it’s not nice to interrupt anyone,” she pouted after reciting the line I always gave when she does something rude.

“Where’s Liam?” (A/N: I know, I know what the hell is he doing in here, you’ll find out......later that is.)

“Upstairs, like he’s always is,” Eric placed some plates on the table and conitue putting the rest of the stuff on the table.

“Lyn honey, can you get your brother.”

“Ok,” she got off my lap and went to stop at the stairs and yelled,” LIIIIAAAMMM DIIIINNNEERRRRRR!!!!” She came skipping back into the kitchen.

“You know I could of done that,” Eric stated then rolled his eyes in playful manner to her.

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Once Liam came down we ate.

“How was everyone’s day?” I needed to distract my mind from that kid.

“I went to school and made a new friend, his name is Danny and we played tagged and all sorts of fun games, but then we had to go,” Lynette made a pouty face at the end.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, you can see your new friend tomorrow,” I told her and with that her eyes lit up.

“What about you Liam?”

“Well dad since we came back I ran into unfriendly people , the one I was best friends with is now either scared of me or hates me, but don’t really know since someone took me away from here. Not to mention his other new friends look like they want to kill me and oh yeah I practically have to hide when I get to school.” Liam finished with hate in eyes at me, then just got up and walked away.

“He’ll be fine he’ll just have to adjust to moving,” Eric came behind and put his arm me. I leaned into the comfort.

“So how was your day?” I ask with my eyes closed.

He let go of me and started putting away the dirty dishes, which I help like I was going to let him do it himself.

“And you?” Eric asks me in return.

“I had a call to a resident with a young, well not young, maybe a year or two younger than Liam. His grandmother passed away.” I sigh with sadness. I’m sensitive, but not to a point where it clouds my judgment. Eric didn’t say anything. Just nod his head for me to continue.

“The thing is, it’s the same kid I saw eight or nine years ago. You know the kid whose mother died in a horrible car crash?”

“Yes it was pretty bad, did he recognize you or what?”

“No I can’t blame him though having those kinds of tragedies happening to you,” Eric was still cleaning the dishes while I dried them.

“Do you at least know his name this time?” I thought about it and I never knew his name before, but I do know his grandmother’s name.

“I only know his grandmother’s name, but I did ask if he could let me know when the funeral is going to be.”

“Are you going to tell me or should I guess,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah, her name is Willow, Willow Nolan,” CRASH! Eric had drop a plate and when I look up from the shattered pieces, he was pale as a ghost.

“Babe what’s that matter?” he was opening and closing his mouth, but nothing was coming out. Then his breathing started to get heavy, he was hyperventilate. I saw his eyes roll to back of his and head. He fainted before he could land on the floor I caught him.

What could of made him faint, its’ not like he knows who that old women was anyway, right?