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

Chapter Eight- Saint (One Year Later)

"Hey, bud, what's going on?" I say as I answer a call to Colton.

Colton's settled in nicely with Kathy over the year, we still have our ups and downs but he's getting there. He's opened up to us gradually, telling us about his time in foster care, the day he opened up to us about him being sexually assaulted—I went apeshit. I blamed myself—obviously, I was the one who took him there.

I carried on blaming myself until Kathy, my sweet, precious Kathy explained to me that it wasn't my fault. It was the social services fault for not screening  the families properly, it took a lot for me to take it all in and agree with what she said, but fuck, you can't help but blame yourself.

I went straight to the house though, where colton used stay at and fucked up the fucking prick who did it to him. He's now in prison after we found out that Colton wasn't the only one he had assaulted. The whole social service department went under investigation and new protocols were put in place for people who wanted to foster children.

A long fucking time coming, I'd say...

"I think someone is asking momma out on a date" he says quietly.

My stomach drops at the thought of Kathy going on yet another date, since the day of us first meeting, us kissing, Kathy has put a wall between us. Don't get me wrong she's still Kathy in all the ways she's always been towards me but not in the way I want her to be—Mine.

"How do you know that?" I ask him curiously.

"Cos I've just heard him say the word date" he replies slowly as if he's trying to talk to old person.

I bit my lip to stop myself from chuckling, the little shit. "I've got an idea" Colton says suddenly. "I gotta go saint, talk to you later"

The phone goes dead before I can even ask what he's gonna do. No doubt he's gonna come up with a plan for Kathy not to go out on a date—not that I'm complaining or anything...

My phone rings again, I look down to see it's Colton again. "What did you do?" I ask him. "Is she going out on the date?"

The line goes quiet, I look to the screen to see we're still connected. "Colton?" I say confused. "Where's your momma?"

"She's right here" I hear her sweet voice then and yet again it goes straight to my dick.

"Hey, precious—how are you?" I ask trying to calm my raging fucking hard on, it's fucking pitiful really, getting a hard on from a woman's voice.

"Oh, I'm just fine" she growls in sarcasm. "Other than my son pulling a sickie because he saw me getting asked out on a date"

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. "It ain't funny, Michael—" she hisses. "You gotta stop—I already told you we can't go there, we can't do it to Colton" she tells me softly.

Hang on a minute, is she implying I told him to pull a sickie?

"Hang on a minute there, precious" I growl. "It almost sounds like you're blaming me for Colton pulling a sickie"

"Oh, come on saint—" she sighs.

Fucking hell, she does... fuck this!!

"You know what presh, I didn't tell him to do that, I wouldn't of done that—nice to know where I stand with you though" I growl.

"Michael" she says softly.

"Nah, you go out on your dates" I growl. "I don't care" lies, lies, lies— you're the worst liar ever...