Saint & His Happily Ever After (A Novella Of The "And His" Series)

Chapter Seven- Kathy

I watch from the window as saint plays with Colton in the garden, I watch as he and Colton smile and laugh as they play together. God, he's so sexy...

Stop it, Kathy—you know you can't go there...

Just before, I was sure he was going to kiss me, but I can't allow it, not now, not while I have Colton. He's everything to me now, and I'm pretty sure that if I went there with saint and it didn't work out, then it would be strained between us all. And I couldn't do that to Colton, not after everything he's been through.

But just because I can't touch, doesn't mean I can't look, and god is he easy on the eyes. Just then, Saint looks up as if he can feel me watching him and grins at me with a wink.

I turn my back on him as I set the table ready for us to eat. "Urrrgh, you might be nice looking but god, are you a big headed bastard" I grumble to myself. "Oh, look at me, I'm saint—" I mock to myself mimicking saint when suddenly I'm cut off.

"You think I'm a big headed bastard?"

I gasp with fright as I spin to the sound of saints voice. "You frightened me" I say breathlessly.

"You think I'm a big headed bastard?" He asks me again coming closer to me.

"I didn't" I stutter. "You wasn't supposed to hear me" I sigh.

"Oh, I'm sorry— should I go back out until you finish your rant about me?" He growls prowling towards me still.

"Saint" I sigh.

I see him flinch slightly, why I don't know. "Oh, so I'm saint now—not Michael?" He asks me.

"What do you want from me?" I cry in frustration.

"It's simple" he growls cupping my cheek. "This" he says before he's kissing me, kissing me so passionately he's consuming me.

God, it's so wrong, yet it feels so right...

"Saint" Colton shouts from outside making us jump apart, we're both breathless as we stare at one another. Colton is our reminder of why this cannot happen, why it shouldn't of happened in the first place, no matter how he made me feel.

"That shouldn't of happened" I whisper touching my kiss swollen lips. "It was a mistake"

I see saint flinch again. "You're right, it was a mistake, I'm sorry—it won't happen again, Kathy" he smiles but it's a forced one. "Would you like me to leave?" He asks me.

"No, I don't want anything to upset Colton, and I know he's very fond of you, Michael" I tell him with a warm smile.

He smiles warmly as he looks out the window towards Colton. "I'm pretty fond of him too" he says softly.

"That's settled then" I smile at him and finish setting the table.

I feel his eyes still on me, it hurts to push him away but I can't risk Colton getting hurt—I just can't, no matter how much I want Saint—and I do, god I do, but I'm a mom now, and my son comes first, for now, for always.

I hear him sigh heavily and leave the kitchen once again, as I prepare supper all I can hear is Colton's laughter echoing in the kitchen as he celebrates "beating" Saint at soccer. "Suppers ready" I shout as I place everything on the dining table.

"Yay" I hear Colton cheer as he enters the kitchen. "Kathy, you should of seen me, I kicked saints butt" he grins at me.

"You did?" I gasp. "Well, that's because you're awesome, sweet boy"

Colton nods frantically. "I'm going to be the best soccer player, ever" he vows.

"I have no doubt that you will, sweet boy—go wash up then we can eat" I tell him.