Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 25 - Secret Potion

"Do you think they heard us? Will they be mad at me for corrupting you?" I asked Amir with a yawn as I nuzzled my nose into his chest hair. We'd gotten a little too wild with his father just a few rooms away.

"Quite the opposite. They think I will hurt the sweet innocent baby," Amir laughed and kissed my forehead. "They'd be perfectly fine with you crawling around on the floor with a sippy cup. I am the one they would blame. I am the one who is supposed to guide the sweet, innocent baby."

"Really?" I asked and tried to imagine what that would look like with me crawling around.

"Not really, but I know father wanted another child after us. He wanted a soft boy like you to take after dad; do yoga, study art, be a cub. For some reason they never had more kids. Now that they see how neatly you fit into that role, they want to protect you from me. They love you like I do. They don't want you hurt anymore. Plus all the trauma you've been through," Amir said without a hint of upset or anger.

"Why protect me from you though? You're a total boy scout. You follow your father's every rule and want to take over the family business. You're the most kind and responsible person I know," I noted and rubbed his chest.

"Well yes, but well... men in my culture don't usually settle down this young. I guess it's because father spent years playing around before he met my dad and his brothers did too. Ali is perfectly happy just playing around too. They think I'm not ready and I'll end up hurting you. I guess it's cultural, expected. But with you all I see is the future. I see so many things I want us to do together. I don't want to waste time. I want you," he said.

"I want you too," I agreed.

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We woke up to banging on Amir's door and Mr. Hamad yelling in Arabic. Amir sat up with a bolt and dove for a pair of shorts in the corner of his room. He struggled into them as he unlocked his bedroom door.

"Why was this locked? It's almost time for dinner. Where's Kasper?" Mr. Hamad asked as he came into the room.

He saw me in Amir's bed, shirtless with the comforter covering me up to my belly button. He stopped and the anger left his face.

"Did I wake you, little one? It's time to eat. My Emerson is cooking something special for you. You boys get cleaned up and dressed then come on out." Mr. Hamad leaned over me and pushed back my hair as I nodded and yawned. He turned to leave and said something harsh in Arabic to Amir before closing the door.

"What did he say?" I asked. I was worried he'd get in trouble.

Amir just laughed and shook his head. We dressed hurriedly and brushed our teeth to greet the family. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail while Amir sprayed on some cologne. I loved this, getting ready with him.

"Is he mad at us?" I asked as we finished up.

"Nah, it's fine. If I'd had some other boy in the bed he would have flipped out. Somehow you calm him. He saw you were ok. He knows you need extra hugs right now." Amir shrugged.

He took my hand and led me out to the kitchen/dining area. Mr. Hamad was sitting at the big table next to Emerson. I sat on his other side with Amir next to me.

His Uncle Zaid came in to join us and Ali was with him. Behind Ali was a new guy. He looked about my age and size, but was Asian. He came in and greeted everyone with hugs and smiles. He spoke English, but with a British sounding accent. He signed fluidly to Emerson. I was instantly jealous that he could do that. I needed to learn.

"This is Rory," Amir said when he got to me. I stood up and we shook hands.

"Rory's dad works for us as a liaison for the our industries and trade in Hong Kong," Mr. Hamad told me. "They moved here over ten years ago and he grew up with the boys."