Weekends

47- Proud and Parenting- B

It had been a few days since I freaked out when Mrs. Weekes tried to talk to Dallon and I. I felt horrible because I could tell she felt really bad. Dallon tried to convince me that she wasn't upset, but I didn't believe him. When Dallon was at the store with his dad and Allison was at a friend's house, it was just me and Mrs. Weekes. I decided to stomach my anxiety and take the opportunity to apologize. I paced in Dallon's room trying to plan out what I was going to say, and then, I went downstairs.

I walked into the living room and found her sitting on the couch, typing something up on her laptop. "E-Excuse me," I spoke quietly. She looked up from her computer in surprise. "Hi, hun," she said softly, closing her laptop and giving me her full attention. "I um I-I wanted to-to talk to uh to you a-about the-the other d-day," I stammered. She patted the cushion next to her, and I hesitantly took a seat. "I-I'm probably go-going to cry," I warned her and swallowed hard as she nodded for me to continue. "I-I'm sorry tha-that I fr-freaked o-o-out," I started, "I-I get r-really a-a-anxious when pe-people are u-upset with me, a-and I b-b-break down. I-It's not your f-fault, a-and I'm sorry if-if you f-felt r-responsible or a-anything." She looked at me and tried to formulate a response.

"Honey, I understand. You don't need to apologize. I shouldn't have been so forceful, especially knowing your background," she finally said. I nodded and looked down at my bouncing leg. "I-It wasn't any-anything that y-you did. I just- I don't do w-well with c-confront-tation be-because of m-my dad a-and people at-at school," I explained. "Hun, I didn't know that people bothered you at school. Do they make fun of you?" I nodded, tears gathering in my eyes at the pity coating her voice. "What else do they do, honey? You can talk to me, and I promise that I'll listen," she offered.

I sniffled quietly and kept my gaze focused on my knee. "They-they hurt me a-and laughed a-at my-my voice and my st-stutt-stutter a-and me b-being gay. D-Dallon r-eally makes sch-ool better for-for me," I told her. "Sweetheart, why are you crying? You're okay. No one's going to hurt you now." I put my hand up to my face and felt tears. I hadn't even realized that I was crying. Mrs. Weekes placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Honey, you're alright," she cooed, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm-I'm sorry that you a-and Mr. W-W-Weekes have to p-put up wi-ith me," I cried into her shoulder.

"Oh honey, we don't mind. We just want you to be safe and to feel safe. James and I love you like a son, and you're a part of our family now." I let myself sob as she held me against her. She was warm and let me cry. "Th-thank you for taking m-me in. I-I love you so-so much," I told her. She placed a soft kiss to my forehead and rubbed my back soothingly. "I love you too, honey. Are you okay," she asked, and I nodded, pulling away from the embrace.

"Does Dallon know about the people at school?" I nodded. Without Dallon, I probably would've been dead by now. "Y-yes, ma'am. H-He tries to k-keep me sa-afe," I told her. "Speak of the devil," she said as we heard the garage door open and Dallon walked in with his father. Dallon's eyes immediately widened when he saw my tear stricken face and his mom's dampened shirt sleeve. "Hey, what happened," he asked, rushing to the couch. "N-nothing. I was j-just talking to-to your mom a-about the o-other day a-and about some other st-stuff," I told him.

Dallon looked at his mom from his spot on the floor. "Ma, I talked to you about this. Bren doesn't-" he chided. "I-I um I asked h-her if we-we could t-talk." Dallon looked at me with confusion present in his expression. "Why? Is everything okay," he asked, worriedly. "I-I'm okay. I just- I w-wanted to-to ex-p-plain myself," I told him. "Baby, you don't have to explain yourself. My mom understands," he spoke softly. "No, I-I know th-that I di-idn't have t-to. I j-just w-wanted to s-ay it f-for my-myself." Dallon nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help me up. I turned and hugged Mrs. Weekes before accepting Dallon's hand and going upstairs with him.

"S-so I know that-that your mom s-s-said no ki-kissing in the ha-allways, b-but c-an we kiss i-in here," I asked Dallon with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, Bren. Come here," he said, jumping onto the bed. I walked over to him and sat in his lap. I softly connected our lips and moved with him slowly. "Mmm baby, what did you have for breakfast? You taste delicious," Dallon asked as we pulled apart. "I a-ate one of the-the left over c-cinam-mon rolls," I laughed as he pulled me closer and flipped us so I had my back on the bed and he was hovering over me. "Can I kiss those pretty lips some more," he asked. I nodded and felt Dallon's lips against mine almost immediately.

He kissed into my mouth with such skill that it left me breathless as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "Wish I could bite your neck, B," he mumbled against my skin as he kissed over my jawline. It felt like heaven until I felt him still against me as he listened for something. "O-oh my god the-the stairs," I exclaimed, pushing him off of me and onto the floor after hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. "Ow, Brendon, what the-" Dallon started from the carpet beside the bed, but then the door swung open. "Dallon, you left this on the couch last night," Mrs. Weekes spoke as she threw a jacket on top of Dallon on the floor before promptly leaving the room.

"Brendon," Dallon groaned, still laying on the ground. "I'm s-sorry," I laughed quietly. "Are you laughing," he asked, propping himself up on his elbows and running a hand through his messy hair. He looked really hot like that. "No," I lied, climbing onto the floor. "Mm, really," he hummed, and I nodded. I crawled over so my body was over Dallon's. "You look r-really hot right n-now," I told him. He grinned, putting an arm behind my neck. "Oh yeah?" I nodded and kissed him quickly, biting my lip as I pulled away to keep back a smile. Dallon pulled my face back down to his and light sunk his teeth into my bottom lip. I watched him in awe.

"I could kiss you all day," he spoke gently, letting go of my lip. "Th-then do it." Dallon connected our lips once again and let one of his hands rest on my hip. He left the other hand on the back of my head, pushing us closer together. I felt his tongue run over my bottom lip and gasped and the feeling. I opened my mouth a bit so that we could deepen the kiss, which Dallon took notice of. He kissed me hard, leaving me with bruised lips as I sat back. "You need to eat cinnamon rolls more often, baby," Dallon spoke up. I smiled down at him and moved off of his lap. "I'm really proud of you for talking to my mom. I think that was super important to her," he told me as he sat up. I smiled every time he told me he was proud. He made me feel so special. "I-I'm glad I t-talked to her too," I said. My heart felt warm at everything that had gone right. I had a boyfriend who loved me, and now, I had a family who loved me.