Today is gonna be a hard day for my beautiful boy as he says goodbye to his birth mom, he may not think it will be, but it will. Sylvia gave birth to him after all.
"It's time" Michael shouts before he kisses my forehead. "Are you okay, precious?"
"Okay, we'll be right there" I hear Colton shout.
"Yeah, just worried about our boy" I tell him.
"Our boy is strong, baby, you made sure of that, plus he's got Layla by his side now too" he tells me.
Colton and Layla appear in the doorway of his bedroom, I smile as he's holding hands with Layla, he's wearing the suit that he brought with him from Liverpool and his hair is styled in the spiky quiff they all seem to be wearing it like these days. Layla is wearing a simple black dress like myself, her gorgeous curls are more tamed now that she's put that frizz ease stuff in it, making her curls less frizzier and more defined.
Leaving the house, we get into Michael's car and drive towards the crematorium where sylvia currently lies. "It's gonna be okay," I hear Layla say to my sweet boy.
"I know" he replies sadly.
We reach the crematorium and the priest is standing outside waiting for us. "Is this all for her?" He asks us as we approach him.
"Fucking should be glad she's got me here at all" I hear Colton mutter.
Our eyes look to Colton as he realises he said that out loud, Layla squeezes his hand in support.
"Yes, father—it's just us," Michael tells the priest.
He nods. "Would you like to say your goodbyes before we begin?" The priest asks colton as we walk inside. There at the altar is sylvia, she's inside a pine box with a simple floral garland on the top.
"You just say your piece son, talk to her, speak your mind—get it off your chest, all of it," Michael tells him.
"I could come with you if you like" Layla offers.
"No, it's okay," he tells her. "I need to do this on my own"
She smiles sadly, nodding at me before giving him a kiss on the lips. I hug my boy tightly, as does Michael before leaving him with the woman who gave birth to him.
I watch as Colton sits next to her coffin and sighs heavily. "Hey," he says softly.
Michael pulls us further away, giving Colton his privacy with sylvia.
My heart breaks as he asks her why didn't she love him or want him. Tears cascade down my cheeks as I watch my son talk to his mother, hearing the hurt, the anger and sadness in his voice.
We watch as he looks at the coffin and takes a deep cleansing breath as he wipes away the tears on his face. "I forgive you, mother, I hope you find peace now—goodbye" I hear him croak, as he stands up and walks away from his mother towards us.
I smile sadly at him, the three of us hug him tightly in a group hug. "I'm proud of you, sweet boy" I tell him.
"You did the right thing, son" Saint tells him as he pats his back.
"I love you, cowboy" Layla tells him as she kisses his lips.
Colton takes in a deep shuddering breath and looks back towards the coffin, as it disappears behind the curtain. Over the rainbow by Eva Cassidy starts to play through the speakers. "Goodbye, mother" he whispers. "Rest in peace"
We each do the sign of the cross before leaving, Michael stays behind to talk with the priest about where her ashes will go, he told colton that he'll take them and let them go in the ocean.
"Are you okay, babe?" Layla asks him, I watch as he studies her expression, probably wondering if she or us heard what he told his mother before the curtain went down, I watch as they study each other's faces. "Yeah, I'll be fine, angel" he says softly before kissing her forehead, he looks to me and I say the only thing that I can say right now. "I love you" I mouth to him.
He smiles at me, despite losing his birth mom he gives me a real smile, one that reaches his eyes. "Love you too, Momma" he mouths back to me.
"Right, Come on, I've sorted that with the priest, he told me he'd contact me when the ashes were ready to be picked up" saint says as he approaches us and kisses my forehead before looking at Colton. "Are you okay, son?" He asks him.
"Yeah" Colton smiles at him.
"Right, is there anywhere you wanna go or do you just wanna go home?" Michael asks Colton.
Colton looks down to Layla and she smiles sheepishly. "I could do with getting changed from this dress" she says and her eyes widen in panic. "I hope that doesn't sound disrespectful?!" She adds.
"Not at all, sweet girl—come on, let's go home and I'll cook us some food" I say with a smile linking her arm with mine leaving colton to talk with Michael in private.
I look back to my boy with a wink, before walking off with Layla, giving them their privacy but also close enough to hear because—hello, I'm nosey...
"Thankyou" Colton blurts suddenly to Michael.
"Whatever for, son?" I hear Michael say.
"For saving me, for always being there, for being there for momma" colton tells him.
"Shoot, Don't need to thank me boy, if anything I should Thankyou for bringing your momma into my life" I hear him chuckle. "I know you know I proposed to your momma, but I wanna marry her, make her mine soon" he says and I hear the smile in his voice, suddenly he takes a deep breath in before he speaks again. "But I also wanna adopt you as my son, if you'll have me as your dad?" He asks Colton nervously.
Oh, my god...
Looking back, I watch as Colton takes my husband to be in his arms, hugging him tightly."I already consider you to be my dad"
I bring my hand up to my mouth covering it as I watch my son and fiancé with happy tears.
"I love you, son" I hear Michael choke.
"I love you too— Dad" Colton croaks.
He pats colton's back a few times before letting him go, I turn around before they spot me watching. I look to Layla who is wiping away her own tears. "I won't say anything if you won't" she chuckles making me laugh as we walk to the car, once we reach the car, we watch on as our men talk walking towards us.
"There's something wrong with you" I hear my boy say grimacing in disgust making Michael chuckle as he approaches me.
God, he's so fucking sexy...
Grinning, he cups my face and kisses me passionately, then whispers in my ear. "You're picturing me on my knees for you, aren't you, precious?" I chuckle at him swatting him playfully. "No" I protest weakly making him chuckle raising his eyebrow at me.
Yes, the bastard knows what he does to me...
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Saint & His Happily Ever After (A Novella Of The "And His" Series)
Romance**READ COLTON & HIS ANGEL FIRST** If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for. ― Nicholas Sparks. Michael Saint is a detect...
