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“Son what are you waiting for? I told you we were leaving ten minutes ago.” “Dad I don’t want to go,” Eli crossed his arms, determined to make him listen. “Did Jonah put you up to this?” he demanded frowning down at his son. “I know he’s not happy about going but I thought he’d gotten over it. He shouldn’t have gotten you involved.”

Shaking his head, Eli said “he didn’t tell me to do anything. He told me it’d be fun. I have a bad feeling. Why do we have to go? We could have a family day here. Swim in the pool. Cookout.”

“Enough,” Ethan snapped his son’s words hitting a sore spot. “We’re going to the beach. Your sister is already in the car ready to go. It’ll do us all good to get out of the house for a while.”

“Why are you mad?”

“I’m not,” he snapped.

“You sound mad.”

Groaning, Ethan said ‘you have to understand that sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do for the good of those we love.”

Puzzled Eli frowned up at him “how is going to the beach for the good of anyone? What if the bad man’s there? Daddy’s safer here. At home.” He may only be seven but even he knew that. “Why does Daddy have to go to the beach?”

“It’s not up for debate,” he turned, opening the door, “now get in the car.”

Sometime later Awan observed “your dad’s acting weird.”

Glancing across the sand Eli watched his parents. They were sitting close watching Jolene as she ran along the beach. “Weird,” he asked, turning to his friend “how?”

“Well,” he hesitated, lowering his voice “your dad freaked out when Jonah walked away to throw our empty wrappers and stuff after lunch. 

The crease between Eli’s eyes deepened “I remember.”

Nodding Awan continued “it’s like he’s afraid to let Jonah out of his sight.” It reminded him of his parents. His mom said it was because his dad was jealous and wanted to control her. Shaking his head “I guess that makes sense. He doesn’t want the bad man getting him.”

Nodding Eli’s eyes followed his parents. He could tell Jonah was nervous by the way his hands trembled and how his eyes darted around the beach keeping a lookout for anything that didn’t feel right. With his anxiety that was normal but what wasn’t normal was the way Ethan seemed to be doing the same thing. Was he more worried than the let on? Then why did he insist they had to come to the beach?

“I’m sorry,” Awan whispered in his ear “I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

Turning to his friend “it’s not your fault that a bad man is watching my dad.”

Giving his friend a hug “I just feel bad.”

“I know,” Eli shook his head. “We better scan the beach. Let me know if you see anything odd.” Nothing seemed out of place. Maybe he was worried for nothing but the bad sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t his imagination like his dad said it was. His daddy was in danger. He could feel it.

One thing he didn’t understand and he turned to Awan hoping he might be able to tell him. “Why did my dad want my daddy to come to the beach? There has to be a reason.”

“I don’t know,” looking at his friend Awan wanted nothing more than to be able to give him a different answer. “Maybe he…” he closed his mouth watching Eli as he seemed to walk away from him.

“It’s the guy,” he pointed, “the other one we saw watching Daddy at the house.” Turning “I have to tell Daddy.”

Eli ran up to Ethan “where’s Daddy?”

Glancing over his shoulder, Ethan asked “Jonah?” He dropped the shells he’d been holding for Jolene to run to where he’d last seen Jonah. He hadn’t been gone that long. “He promised he wouldn’t go anywhere,” he mumbled to himself as his brain scrambled to catch up.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he called Jonah’s phone. “Come on pick up,” he muttered hoping he’d just gone to the bathroom or gotten up to throw something away. Holding his breath he heard a phone going off nearby. Walking in that direction he found Jonah’s phone discarded in a trash can and Jonah was nowhere in sight.

“Jonah,” he screamed causing a few people to turn and look at him.

Tugging on his hand Eli demanded “the bad man has him doesn’t he?”

Looking into his son’s expressive green eyes he could see the unspoken accusation. Running his hands through his hair, this was his fault. Everything that everyone had been trying to tell him came crashing in upon him, crushing him with guilt. Feeling as if his world was falling apart he dialed another number “Caiden he’s…” he ran his tongue over his lips “he’s gone. Jonah’s gone.”

Two hours later Eli stood with Awan and Jolene alone on the beach. “It’s going to be alright,” he tried to reassure her as silent tears ran down her cheeks.

“It’s my fault,” she cried “if I hadn’t wanted to come to the beach Daddy would still be here.”

“It’s not your fault,” he told her firmly. “Bad things just happen sometimes,” he repeated Jonah’s words to her. He knew whose fault it was though. Who put their daddy in danger by making them come to the beach. He didn’t need anymore proof than when his dad ran up to Caiden yelling at him that it was his fault. That he was supposed to have kept Daddy safe. That didn’t make sense. The only person who was supposed to keep Daddy safe had put him in the most danger. Something inside him seemed to shatter. Why hadn’t he kept his promise to keep Daddy safe? They had all heard him promise him in the car as they arrived.

“Eli,” Awan whispered in his ear concerned for his friend “are you okay?”

“No,” he half sobbed the word but at the stricken look on his sister’s face he forced a smile to his lips. “It’s ok Jolie. They’ll find Daddy.” Turning to Awan he whispered “nothing’s okay until Daddy comes back.”

Nodding he gave Eli’s hand a squeeze “I know how you feel.” It hadn’t been that long ago he’d been home with his mom, safe and loved. Then he’d been forced to go away and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see her again. He knew this was different. A bad man had taken Jonah. He’d heard stories about how people were never found. He kept that to himself. He wanted his friends to believe that Jonah would be found.

“Eli,” Jolene sniffed “when can we go home?”

“I don’t know,” he rubbed her back as they moved into a tight knit circle hug. 

“I want Daddy,” she sobbed on his shoulder.

“I know,” he whispered, unsure what he could do or say to comfort her.

Looking up she pulled free “Uncle Evan.”

Evan picked up his sobbing niece holding her tight as she soaked his shirt with her tears. Looking down at the two young boys “what are you kids still doing here?”

“We wanted to stay until Daddy was found,” Eli explained.

“This is no place for kids,” Evan muttered, turning to see if he could locate Ethan somewhere. He found him in a heated argument with someone he’d met a long time ago. “Kids stay here,” he bent to set Jolene down but she refused to let him go, clinging to him like her life depended on it.

“I’ll get him,” Eli said, stomping off towards his dad. As he neared him he heard their raised angry voices. 

“You did what?” Cory shouted.

“I thought he’d be safe,” he shook a little from his own rage boiling through him.

“You thought wrong,” Cory shouted.

“I didn’t think anything would happen to him,” he sounded close to tears “not with so many people on the beach.”

“How stupid can you be?” Cory growled hands bunched at his sides.

“If Caiden had done a better job,” he accused “everything would have been alright.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Cory hissed “this is your fault. You did this. You put Jonah in this situation. Ignoring the danger. How could you do that to him? He trusted you?”

“I..I..” he stumbled forward, almost falling to his knees. “What have I done? Jonah I’m so sorry. I thought I could protect him. I wanted to make him safe. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Scowling down at the man almost hating himself for giving Jonah up so he could be with him. Cory said, “all you’ve done is make things worse.”

Rushing forward Eli shouted “I hate you. Daddy trusted you and you made him come here. I told you it wasn’t safe and you wouldn’t listen.”

Looking into his son’s anguished eyes Ethan could almost see Jonah looking back at him “I’m sorry.” He moved to hug his son.

“Don’t touch me,” Eli cried, flinching from Ethan's touch, running from him.

“I’ll get him,” Awan volunteered going after him. 

Evan had heard most of what had been said. A part of him wanted to slap his twin upside the head while he also wanted to tell him that things would be okay. But would it? He was appalled that Ethan could have done this to his family. “I’ll take the kids home with me. They can spend the night and I’ll bring them home in the morning. 

“That might be for the best,”  Ethan said, his eyes on his son and the rejection he never thought he’d feel from him.

Eli burst into the house “Uncle Jayden my Daddy’s gone.” Sobbing he crawled into Jayden’s lap.

Wrapping his arms around his nephew, chest tight with the effort not to sob with him. His brother, his twin was gone. It was a pain he hoped to never feel again except this time it was worse. This time he knew someone had him. Someone who meant to harm him. He looked up meeting Evan’s eyes. He knew there was something he wanted to tell him but wouldn’t until little ears weren’t around to hear.

As the ragged sobs slowed to sniffs and  hiccups Jayden said “I know it’s bad right now but we can’t give up hope. I know my brother. He’s not going to stop fighting until he…” His voice faded unsure what else to say. He almost said fight until he couldn’t or came home. What if he never came home?

Sitting up, rubbing red and swollen eyes, Eli said “you don’t have to spare my feelings. I know he might not come home. The bad man won’t let him unless we find him.”

The matter of fact way the little boy spoke almost shattered Jayden’s resolve not to cry. Gulping he held his breath until the tightness eased in his chest. “No matter what happens I know your daddy will always be right here with us,” he touched his own chest, where his heart was. “He loves us and he’ll want us to remember that.”

“I know but,” Eli's voice quivered “but sometimes it’s not enough.”

Shaking his head he pulled Eli close “no it’s not.”

Clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention, Evan said “is anyone hungry? I could order pizza.” He could hear the false cheery tone in his voice and knew by the way everyone stared at him that it wasn’t working. Turning to Awan, he said “you should probably call your dad. He’s probably worried about you.”

Shrugging Awan knew his dad was only worried about him not drawing attention to himself. Worried that one of the reporters may have gotten a picture of him on the beach. Silently he took the phone from Evan’s hand. He almost jerked his hand away when his father’s voice boomed in his ear. “Hey Dad I’m staying with Eli and Jolene at their Uncle’s house.” He held his breath hoping his dad didn’t want him to come home. “But Dad I…” Silently he held the phone out to Evan feeling as if his heart were shattering into a million pieces.

Taking the phone from him, Evan said “Mr Bemossed this is Evan O’neil, Eli’s Uncle…” He jerked the phone from his ear a slightly shocked expression on his face “it wouldn’t be any trouble. He’ll be good for the kids…Yes sir. I understand.”

Shaking his head as he disconnected the call “I’m sorry. Your dad wants you to come home.”

Nodding Awan slumped into a chair. He knew it had been too much to hope for. He just hoped his dad would let him come over another time.

“I’ll take you home when I go to pick up the pizzas,” Evan said.

Nodding Awan glanced over at Eli hoping that Eli would offer to come with them. “Okay” he mumbled disheartened that Eli didn’t seem to notice or care that he was leaving. 

Squeezing the boy’s shoulder Evan looked towards Jayden and the kids. “Do you guys need anything from your house? I’ll pick up some nightclothes for you and something for tomorrow.” 

Looking up with a slightly desperate expression on his face Eli asked “can’t I stay here with you? At least until Daddy comes home.”

It was heartbreaking to watch the rift between father and son but Evan knew it was largely Ethan’s fault. He should never have done what he did. “I’ll talk to him,” he assured the boy. It was one of many things he wanted to say to his brother. Sighing, he picked up his phone to put in the pizza order his mind more on Ethan and how mad he was at him. He hadn’t been this mad since he found out Ethan had wanted Jonah to have an abortion instead of manning up and being the man Jonah needed him to be.

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“How is he?” Ethan asked as Jonah joined him on the couch.

“Fine so he says,” his bottom lip trembled.

“Aw honey,” Ethan put an arm around him holding him close. “He’s going to be alright” He could feel Jonah shivering in his arms. He could only guess the memories that this event had brought up from his past. The worst thing was there wasn’t much he could to help. “Would you like something to eat? Drink?” he asked offering things he knew he could do even though both he and Eli had declined his offer to eat anything on their way home.

“Just hold me,” was Jonah’s low pensive request. “I need to feel your arms around me. Holding me.”

Squeezing him tight, he stroked his fingers through Jonah’s hair. He could feel Jonah’s body relaxing in his harms as his breathing slowed growing  heavy. Smiling when he heard a soft purr like sound as Jonah drifted off to sleep in his arms. Lifting his husband carefully in his arms he started to carry him to their bedroom. 

At the slight shift Jonah opened his eyes peering up into Ethan’s face “I love you.”

Setting him on the bed Ethan helped him undress for bed much like he would one of the kids. “I love you too,” he said quickly, undressing himself and sliding in beside Jonah. “You’ll be ok and I promise so will Eli.” He watched over Jonah until he drifted off to sleep murmuring in his dreams, holding him tight when he seemed to be having nightmares until he too drifted off to sleep.

The following morning Jonah woke up early, stomach gurgling protesting the lack of food from the night before. Slipping from Ethan’s embrace he got up. The room spun around him, bile rose like he had an undiscovered volcano inside him. Clamping a hand over his mouth he ran for the bathroom. Hugging the toilet he heaved until his stomach hurt. He felt cold and clammy, moaning in abject misery.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant,” Ethan asked, handing him a glass of water.

Rinsing  his mouth out he replied “I took a test…”

“Yeah but…” handing him an unopened test “would you mind taking another? The pharmacist said it’s possible the first test was a false negative. It’s fairly common in male pregnancies, he said.”

Taking the test, Jonah asked “when did you get this?”

“When I stopped to get something to eat yesterday on our way home,” he explained “if this comes out negative too I’ll stop asking.”

Opening the box he noticed that Ethan was still standing there “I’ll take it. You don’t have to watch.”

“I don’t want to miss anything this time around,” he said, taking the empty box when Jonah held it out to him.

“I’m literally going to pee on a stick” he grumbled “you’re not missing much unless you want to do it for me.”

“I would if I thought I was pregnant but I’m not built for babies,” he chuckled softly at the face Jonah gave him. “This time I’m going to be up front and center like I should have been for the others.”

Jonah’s momentary irritation melted at Ethan’s words “you didn’t miss much of anything with Jolene and you don’t have to feel guilty about Eli. That was as much my fault as yours.” Feeling somewhat self-conscious having Ethan watch him take the test he finished saying “now we wait.” Watching Ethan pace while they waited for the results he said “you’re hoping it’ll be positive aren’t you?”

“I am,” he gave Jonah a boyish grin laughing a little.

“Then I hope you get your wish,” he said holding the test up “it’s time to find out.” He felt Ethan move in so he could read the results too. His heart beating fast “positive.” Not quite believing it he looked again “OMG I really am pregnant.”

“I told you,” Ethan cried, lifting him up and spinning him around. Setting him down he met Jonah’s lips in a kiss “I can’t wait to meet them.” he said, putting his hands on Jonah’s stomach.

“Why do I have to go to a new school?” he asked from where he stood reluctant to get in the car. He glanced away afraid to see how his question was received. It would have been safer if he had kept his mouth shut. His need for answers made him willing to push the limits of his father’s patience.

“Boy you live with me now,” the man grumbled leaning against the car. “It’s not up to you to question my decisions. You go where I say you go.”

“Why can’t I live with Mom,” it slipped out before he could stop the words from escaping. His father’s reaction was just as quick. His head snapped to the side, his cheek radiating heat where it had been slapped. Tears stung his eyes but he refused to cry. Crying would only make things worse.

“Boy you better not let me catch you crying.”

Turning towards the car, Awan met his father’s glare with one of his own. “I’m not crying,” his voice was thick with the effort to hold his tears in check. Looking away mumbling “why do you hate me so much? Why take me if you don’t want me?”

“Don’t you talk back to me,” his father snapped opening the car door “look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Sighing he faced his father “yes sir,” he mumbled wondering what would happen next.

“I’m going to learn ya how to be a normal kid,” his father’s voice boomed loud in the small confines of the car. “No more voodoo for you. You’re not to tell anyone about doing magic. You’re not to talk about it or your mother. You understand me boy?”

“Yes sir,” his voice all but swallowed up by the hatred he felt pressing in around him making him want to sink inside the car seat and disappear

“Good,” his father’s smile looked more like a grimace as he turned back towards the front. “We’ll get along well then. As long as you remember no magic.”

“What’s wrong with magic and my mother?” The question was out before he could think twice. If he had he’d never would have asked it. But he really didn’t understand. It was something that was a part of him, a part of her. It was who they were. The screech of the tires as the brakes were pressed to the floor warned him he had pressed his luck too far. His father’s patience had run out and the slap he received moments before was going to look like a love tap compared to what he had coming to him.  His father pulled off the road, for a fleeting moment Awan wondered if he should run for it. The moment passed as he was dragged from the car, the leather belt his father usually wore folded in half in his hands. He knew what was going to happen before the leather belt ever touched him.

“Don’t ever ask me that again,” his father shouted, shaking him until Awan thought his teeth would fall out or shatter from the impact. “You understand me boy? Don’t ever question me again. Not where your mother is concerned. She’s dead to you boy. You’ll never see her again and you’ll never talk about her again.”

The rest of the trip was long and silent. Awan had no idea where he was or where they were going. All he knew was the life he knew was gone and all he had was the monster in the front seat. His stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten since the night before and he didn’t dare ask for anything. He guessed he’d eat if and when the monster decided he could. The loud crunching from the front seat told him that any hopes of food would have to wait.

Closing his eyes he tried to pretend he was floating on a cloud, after a while he managed to fall asleep. Images of his mother’s smiling face telling him how much she loved her little man and she would find him no matter where he was. All he had to do was be brave but being brave was harder than he thought it’d be. It wasn’t daring and fun, it was scary and lonely.

Awan’s first day of school was … boring. He hated the pretentious teachers who talked down to him because he wasn’t as good as they expected him to be. Was it his fault that his father lied about his abilities or lack thereof? He kept his mouth shut knowing one slip of the tongue, one phone call to his father could put an end to what little freedom he had. Shivering despite the heat and long sleeves he was wearing. He did not need anymore little reminders of what his father would do to him.

He wandered outside to the playground. His attention drawn to a small group of friends huddled together on the ground not far away from where he sat alone. Their smiling faces and occasional laughter making him homesick for the friends he’d been forced to leave behind. He wondered if they were discussing what they were going to do after school. It made him feel even more alone than he already was. His eyes drifted towards the boy with the large green eyes. He seemed to have an inner glow, a happiness that most people lacked. Without realizing it he had drifted closer to the happy little group, drawn to their happy faces and laughter.

Like storm clouds hiding the sun their faces lost their smiles and he wondered if they sensed he was watching them. Maybe they even felt the badness his father said he possessed, an evil stench his father said he needed to beat out of him. Shoving his hands in his pockets he started to turn away.

“This is my spot,” a loud angry voice growled, jarring Awan from his thoughts “leave.”

“Go away Stephon. We were here first,” Tara said standing up to face him.

“Make me,” he sneered down his nose at her.

“Gladly,” Reed stood up, hands balled into fists.

“Hold it guys,” Eli looked between his friends “we’ll find another place to talk. No big deal. If he wants this spot he can have it.” He moved to get up and let Stephon have this patch of grass they had gathered on.

“Who said I wanted this spot,” he demanded “it’s contaminated now.”

“Then leave us alone,” Tara said a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

Ignoring her Stephon kept his eyes on Eli. “My dad says you’re not normal. Normal kids have a dad and a mom. You only have two dads which makes you abnormal.”

Shaking a little Eli looked into Stephon’s eyes “my daddy said families come in all shapes and sizes. It doesn’t matter if you have only one dad or two as long as there’s love.” He held his breath wondering what Stephon would do or say next.

“Who says I’m not loved?” Stephan cried stepping closer, pushing Eli forcing him several steps backwards.

Frowning Eli looked towards Reed and Tara confused how Stephon jumped to the conclusion he thought he wasn’t loved. “I never said….”

“Yes you did,” he insisted “my dad gives me everything I want.”

“Love is more than getting things. My daddy says it’s a feeling that no matter what you’re safe and warm, like being home.” The look on Stephon’s face sent a shiver down his spine. What had he said that was so bad? He closed his eyes, sure he was about to be pummeled.

“Leave him alone,” someone said coming between him and Stephon Opening his eyes Eli found a kid he’d never seen before protecting him. Even more astonishing than that was the fact that Stephon was lying on the ground a bewildered expression on his face.

Standing Stephon brushed the dirt from his clothes. Turning to Eli “this isn’t over,” he threatened “you better make sure your bodyguard is watching your back because I’m going to get you.” With one final glare at Eli he stomped off towards the swings where his sister was talking with her friends who fled in his wake.

“Thank you,” Eli stammered “I thought I was a goner for sure this time.”

“Is he always like that?” Awan asked looking over his shoulder where Stephon stood glaring at them.

“Pretty much,” Tara said, holding her hand out “I’m Tara. Want to be part of our group?”

“Group?”

“Yeah,” Reed nodded “Eli needs a bodyguard and I need my hands to play the drums.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard but I wouldn’t mind another friend,” Eli grinned at the new kid “so you want to be our friend?”

“Sure,” he grinned back “I’m Awan.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Eli,” he said “and if you want, you can be part of rock band too. We’re going to be rock stars.”

“Cool,” he chuckled, glad he had followed his instincts. There was something special about this green eyed boy and he could feel his mother’s approval even though she wasn’t even there. For the first time he wondered if this was why he’d been taken from his home and forced to come here. His mother always said there was a reason for everything and maybe this was his.

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Eli stomped up to the house. Dropped his school bag on the floor before going out the back door.

Jolene followed him outside. “Eli,” she said, sitting down beside him patting his back sad because he was.

“I thought he liked me,” he wiped a hand across his face. “Thought we were friends.”

“I’m your friend,” she offered, patting his back like she’d seen her parents do when one of them was upset or sad.

“I know Jolie,” he sniffed “I just thought he wanted to be my friend too.”

Not understanding she continued patting his back crying with him. 

Sometime later Jonah joined them under the tree. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

Looking up frowning “should you be doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asked, ruffling his son’s hair. “You’re like your dad, you worry too much. I’m fine. So are your siblings,” he put a hand to his stomach.

Staring at his dad’s stomach wondering what it’d be like to have someone growing inside him. “Siblings?” Eli asked, raising an eyebrow inquiringly.

“Twins,” he grinned. His stomach was just beginning to grow but he was already bigger than he was with his other pregnancies at this stage. “Is Stephon up to his old tricks again?”

Shrugging Eli shook his head “no worse than usual.” He looked away knowing how much it upset his dad when he found out the things Stephon did to him. He didn’t want him worrying with the babies coming. He’d been silent too long and he knew he had to say something. “Awan says he doesn’t want to come over next Friday. I don’t understand why not. I thought we were friends.”

Rubbing his chin Jonah thought a moment. He knew how close Eli had become with his new friend over the last several weeks. “What did his dad have to say about him staying the weekend? Maybe he said no?” 

“I didn’t ask,” he mumbled, looking at the ground. “His dad isn’t very nice. I saw him shaking Awan pretty hard one day after school.” He looked away trembling slightly at the memory “Awan said his dad was stressed out and didn’t mean to do it.”

“But you don’t believe him?” Jonah asked his heart already going out to the boy he hadn’t met yet.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, picking at his fingernails “why would he lie about that?”

“I don't know,” Jonah said except a little voice inside his head was telling him Awan was afraid. “Maybe he’ll change his mind between now and next week,” he suggested.

Looking up with hope filled eyes, Eli said “you think he might.”

“Anything’s possible,” he said grinning as Eli threw his arms around his neck.

Meanwhile Awan finished the last of his homework. Putting his books away ready for the next day. When he couldn't avoid it anymore he picked up his violin. He couldn’t put it off any longer. He detested the violin. His father insisted he play it since he was old enough to hold the instrument in his arms. It was the talent that got him accepted into the school he was attending. With an inward sigh he picked up the violin touching the bow to the strings preparing to hear the usual squawk that accompanied his practice sessions. The sound that always set his father on edge. Tonight was different. He managed to play with neither screech or squawk earning himself a tiny smile of approval from his father.

Encouraged by this display he carefully put the violin away. “May I…” he hesitated, licking his lips suddenly afraid to ask. “Um … a friend at school invited me to spend the weekend. May I go? Please. I promise to be good.”

“No,” his father shook his head.

“Please I won’t tell,” he snapped his mouth shut, sensing by the change in the air around him that he was treading on dangerous ground.

“Tell?” he asked, his eyes narrow slits “ tell them what?”

“I uh about magic,” he stammered “I know it’s bad. Evil. I won’t ever talk about that stuff ever again.”

“That’s a relief but how do I know you’ll keep your word?”

Drawing himself up straight “you have my word.”

“Why do you want to go to this boy’s house so much?” he peered intently into his son’s eyes almost as if he were trying to peer inside his mind.

“He’s my friend,” he met his father’s eyes “having friends is normal. I want to be normal.”

“So do I,” he nodded with a slight smile “you may go.” As Awan turned to go to his room he added “don’t make me regret it.”

“You won’t, I promise,” he said, feeling almost lightheaded with joy. He could go. He couldn’t wait to tell Eli.

A few months later

“Cute kid,” a dark haired man observed tossing the faded scrapbook at his inmate. “Is he your boy?”

Smoothing the crumpled page the irreverent toss caused. Grunting his fingers tracing the boy’s face. There was a sadness in the brown orbs staring up at him…”he owes me.”

His inmate’s eyebrows rose “is he the reason you’re in here?”

Slapping the scrapbook closed “mind your own business,” He stored the scrapbook beneath the mattress where he kept it hidden.

His inmate shrugged indifferently, lighting his cigarette in the semi darkness. He didn’t much care why his cellmate was in prison. Eventually he’ll find out. He always did. The brooding type always felt the need to talk, to explain, to air their grievances. 

“I had a buyer lined up for him,” he mumbled glaring at the bars that kept him locked inside like an animal at the zoo. “Might still be interested if I could just get out of here and broker the deal.”

A smirk played across the man’s face a plan forming in his mind. He could use the man’s greed against him. Take the money to further his own interests. Taking out an old creased picture from his shirt pocket. Staring at the woman’s face he chuckled at the way the photographer had caught the haunted look in her eyes. The dread that his soul hungered for. “I’ll be seeing you soon,” he promised her photo before putting it into his pocket once more.

“How much?” he asked as if no time had lapsed between them.

“How much for what?” he asked, confused.

“For the kid,” he snapped biting the end of his cigarette.

“Enough,” he grunted annoyed.

“How much is enough?” his teeth clenched on the end of the cigarette his own annoyance rising. 

“Why?” the ancient springs of the bed he sat up on groaned in protest.

Smirking he blew a smoke ring “what if I could arrange for you to get out? Would it be enough to be worth my while?” 

“My client has very particular tastes and was willing to pay top dollar” he paused momentarily wary but his desire for revenge and money won out as he tossed his concerns aside. “He was willing to pay a hundred thousand dollars at the time.”

Whistling softly in the darkness “I’m in the wrong business.”

“Do we have a deal then?” 

Smirking in the darkness he put his cigarette out before lying on his bunk. “Not until you make the sale. Once you do, we’ll talk.”

“He may not be interested anymore. He likes them young. It’s been years. The kid has to be in his mid twenties by now” There was a distinct whine in his tone now as if he felt the man’s stipulations were unreasonable.

“If you want out of here you’ll find a way,” the man shrugged “either way I’m out of here whether you come with me or not.”

“You’ve got to give me time,” he whined.

“I don’t have to do anything. If I didn’t need the money I wouldn’t even have offered you the chance.” Rolling to his side clearly over the conversation he closed his eyes and ears to the man’s stream of profanities and complaints. Smirking a little at the images of what he was going to do to his annoying cellmate once he no longer needed him helped him fall asleep and filled his sleep with satisfying dreams of his hands wrapped around the man’s neck.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Ethan asked, coming up behind Jonah as he stared intently out the window. Frowning he followed the direction Jonah was looking in trying to see what had so captivated his attention.

“You see that car?” Jonah asked.

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Doesn’t it seem odd to you? They’ve been sitting there for a while…” Crossing his arms, “I think they’re taking pictures.”

Turning Jonah away from the window Ethan tilted his chin upwards. He could see the fear in the gentle brown eyes “it’s probably just an adoring fan. You’ve been gaining a lot of fame and popularity after taking your dad’s place in the orchestra.”

“I suppose,” he acknowledged grudgingly. “I don’t remember anyone sitting outside our house taking pictures when I was a kid though.”

Grinning Ethan gave him a gentle kiss “of course not. You were just a kid and probably didn’t even notice.”

Shivering a little as he felt Ethan hug him close and lead him away from the window. He knew Ethan could be right. It could be just a fan. He had this feeling that it was more than that. He reached out “you don’t think…” his mouth went dry and he couldn’t bring himself to say his fear aloud.

Stopping Ethan looked down into Jonah’s face. He noticed the way Jonah’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as his breathing escalated. Pulling him close, kissing the top of his head “it doesn’t make sense for him to come here. He’s on the run. This would be the first place the police would look for him.”

“But I owe him…”

Ethan's arms tightened around him “you don’t owe him anything.”

“He thinks I do,” his voice was muffled against Ethan’s shoulder. “What if he comes here to collect? What if he hurts the kids? You? I wouldn’t be able to live with that.”

Ethan felt the first tremors run through Jonah’s body. He felt the tension as it stiffened Jonah’s body as he fought to breathe. “Jonah honey, listen to my voice. You’re alright. I’m here. Just breathe. In. Out. In. Out. That’s right just like that.”

“Dad,” Eli’s voice preceded him into the room as he opened the door into his parents bedroom. “Cory and Courntey are here.” His smile faded upon sight of his parents. “Is daddy alright?”

“He’s a little upset,” Ethan assured him. “Why don’t you stay with him while I get his anxiety medicine.”

“Ethan no,” Jonah shook his head “I don’t need it and the twins definitely don’t. You know what the doctor said.”

“Alright” he agreed knowing the doctor was concerned at the weight Jonah had been losing. They were all concerned the babies were underweight “then you better lie down for a while. I’ll go talk to our guests and Eli can read you a story.”

Cory jumped to his feet upon seeing Ethan walk into the living room. “Is he …  resting?” He almost said alright but Jonah would never be alright as long as that guy was on the loose.

Shaking his head Ethan glanced over his shoulder “he thinks someone is watching the house. Taking pictures.”

Cory heard the concern in the younger man’s voice “could he be right?”

Turning to face the older man he nodded. “There was a car out front earlier. I didn’t think anything of it until now…”

“After Jonah saw the car” Cory sighed, guessing that Jonah had a pretty bad anxiety attack.

“Yeah,” Ethan sighed, scratching his neck “why now? It’s been years.”

“Revenge,” it was a statement of fact. “Look I don’t want to alarm you but Jonah doesn’t make things up.”

Anger surged through Ethan’s veins. Clenching his hands he bit down hard enough to make his jaw pop. “Do you think I’m not taking his concerns seriously enough?”

“If I thought that I’d take him and the kids with me tonight,” there was an edge in Cory's voice. Ethan’s unfounded jealousy always so close to the surface was getting old and potentially harmful if he rejected his help. Taking a firmer grip on his own emotions Cory tried again “I care for him. I won’t deny that. All I want to do is help.”

“How?” the word exploded from Ethan's lips loud and angry. “We don’t know where this guy is or if he’s the guy watching the house. It could be some random fan…”

“You don’t believe that,” Cory snapped like he wanted to shake some sense into him.

“It’s what I want to believe,” he murmured softly. “I want it to be that because then I’d know how to protect him. If it’s not” he looked up looking as helpless as he felt “this is Jonah’s worst nightmare! The one that wakes him up screaming in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.”

“Let me help,” Cory offered “I have contacts. I can find out what that guy is up to.”

“What do I do in the meantime?”

“Live your life,” he gave him a reassuring smile “take him out for a romantic dinner. Eli mentioned how much Jonah likes to dance. Take him out dancing. Show him he’s safe. Loved. That he doesn’t have to hide.”

Hugging himself, Ethan nodded. “I can’t lose him. Not like this. Not now.”

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Cory said “you won’t lose him. Give me a few days to make some inquiries. Looking out the window where his daughter was pushing Jolene on the swing he smiled “together we’ll keep your family safe. Tell Jonah we’ll get together another time.”

“Thank you,” Ethan tried to smile but it felt flat. “I’ll tell Jonah we rescheduled for next weekend.”

“Sounds good,” he said, turning to greet Courtney as she brought Jolene inside “I promise we won’t let anything happen to him.”

Leaving the house Courtney glanced at her dad “you didn’t tell them, did you?”

Sighing he glanced over his shoulder towards the house “I couldn’t. Not now.”

“You’re going to have to some time,” she pointed out, yanking the door open on the car.

“Don’t you think I know that,” he snapped facing her. “How could I? Jonah was already upset enough and Ethan has all he can handle with that asshole running around loose.”

“I care about them too Dad,” she glared at him, “what’s going to happen when you’re not around to help?” She gave him a thoughtful penetrating look “you still have feelings for him. After all this time you still love him.”

“Courtney don’t look at me like that,” he held her stare. “He’s special. He always will be.”

“Does he know how you feel?”

“No,” he shook his head “and you’re not to tell him either. He’s made his choice and I’ve made mine.”

“You’re still gonna marry her?” she turned away “unbelievable.”

Shaking his head, his shoulders stiff and straight “I had my chance and I choose to let him go. He’d have stayed out of a sense of loyalty to me but it wouldn’t have been love. I didn’t want that. He deserved better. I deserved better.” Opening his door he continued “we both got better. Once I make sure he’s safe I’m going to Sulani to start a new life.”

“Uh huh,” she raised an eyebrow at him “you really like her that much?”

“I do,” he grinned, “are you ready for a new mother? A little brother?” he asked. 

“I’m too old to need a mother,” she retorted, getting inside the car “I’m almost a college graduate.”

Getting in beside her “don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

“You’re still my number one girl,” he assured her “I’ll always be your dad. That will never change.”

“Dad, I’m not a child,” she protested “you can do what you want.”

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“Are you going to make me?” Stephan challenged looking around making sure Awan wasn’t nearby.

“Let’s go Eli,” Reed tugged on his arm attempting to get friend to leave.

“He’s just going to follow,” Eli said watching Stephon warily.

“Then let him,” Reed tugged harder “remember what Mrs Currie said…”

Eli stared a moment at his friend “fine. Stephon can have this dumb old piece of grass.”

Reed led them over to where Tara was waving at them by the swings. She made a grimace at the boy following behind them. “Go away. You’re not wanted here.”

“Ooh I’m so scared,” Stephan waggled his fingers at her. “I can go wherever I want. I own this school.”

“Just because our teacher married your dad doesn’t make you the boss,” she pointed out, making Reed giggle.

“What do you think Eli?” Stephan smirked, daring him to contradict him.

“Tara let’s just go,” Eli gave her a pleading look with his eyes. “I don’t want trouble.”

“Yeah one jailbird in the family is enough,” Stephon taunted.

Stopping Eli whirled around to face the boy. “What did you just say?” he shouted.

Reed put a restraining hand on Eli's shoulder “recess is almost over. Let’s just go stand by the doors. You don’t want Mrs. Currie calling your dads.”

Breathing hard Eli turned to follow his friends. His dads had enough to worry about without getting a call from the school about him getting into another fight. 

“What’s the matter? Chicken?” Stephon called after them. “Afraid your dad’ll go crazy? My dad says he’s unstable. Should be locked up for his own good and the good of everyone else.”

“Take that back,” Eli shouted whirling around to face him.

Smiling now that he’d gotten Eli to react, Stepan continued “my dad says he’s unfit. Best thing would be for the state to come and take the kids.” A nasty grin spread across his face “I bet you’re just like him. Crazy.”

“That’s an awful thing to say,” Tara gasped coming to stand beside Eli.

There was a flicker in Stephan's eyes that showed he knew that what he was saying was wrong but the smirk plastered on his face showed he didn’t care. “I bet he killed that guy. Just went all crazy on him and killed him.”

“Take that back,” Eli demanded “my daddy wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“Why should I? Everyone knows he wanted him dead…”

Screaming Eli charged, arms swinging. Stephon yelped and took off running across the playground. Eli chased after him wanting nothing more than to stuff the awful words back inside his head. His daddy would never hurt anyone, not anyone, not even the bad man who hurt him. He knew it in his heart.

“Eli Reagan.”

The firm angry voice had him stopping in his tracks. He should have known Stephon would run for the one teacher who would take his side no matter what.

Smirking from behind his new step mom and teacher. “I told you he hates me,” he whined “all I wanted to do was play with them.”

“That’s not true…” he let his words fade knowing from experience she wouldn’t listen. 

“That’s it,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the school, marching him towards the principal’s office where she immediately launched into her version of what happened.

“I see,” the principle said turning to Eli asking “is that what happened?”

“Of course it is,” she shouted over his words, offended that he didn’t believe her.

His eyes never left Eli’s face. “I went to school with your Grandpa Riley. We were friends. You can tell me anything as long as it’s the truth.”

Taking a step away from his teacher Eli said “Stephon said some really bad things about my daddy.”

Huffing loudly Mrs Currie said, “you can’t honestly believe him. He’ll say anything to get out of trouble. I’ve warned him…”

“And I’ve warned you,” the principle cut her off. “Eli’s parents aren’t the only parents who have lodged complaints against you.”

“They’re just jealous that their kids aren’t as talented as Stephon is,” she said.

“You think so?” he asked “I suppose Eli is one of those talentless kids.”

“Well yes,” she nodded relieved that he understood.

“I’ve heard him play,” he smiled “he’s as talented as his dad and grandpa are if not more so.” He watched as his words sank in “your new assistant has been observing you while you’ve been teaching.”

“What,” she cried as if she just stepped into quicksand.

“I see that’s caught your attention,” he smirked. “She’ll be taking over your class. You’re fired.”

“It’s not like I need this job,” she huffed. “Don’t expect to see anymore of my husband’s substantial donations either.”

“I already have his pledge for this year and his promise for more. Did you forget we were old friends too? I think you’ll find him less understanding when he finds out the majority of what Stephon repeats comes from you and not from him as Stephan claims.”

Her eyes bulged a moment before she stomped from the room slamming the door behind her.

Shaking his head chuckling a little “I’m afraid that young woman is divorce bound.” Turning back to Eli “you do realize this doesn’t get you off the hook. I will be calling your parents.”

“Yes sir,” he said, regretting he let Stephon get to him.

“Take a seat in the hallway until your parents come to take you home.” When Eli reached the door he said “if Stephon is out there send him in. I need to talk to him too.”

“Dad,” Eli jumped up at the sight of Ethan walking towards him. Looking behind him “Daddy didn’t come?”

“I thought we’d have a little talk before we went home,” he frowned towards the young boy scowling at them from across the hall. He knew who the boy was. He was a little surprised that he was still here instead of leaving with his step mother.

“Come on Dad let’s go” Eli urged before Ethan had a chance to say anything in front of Stephon.

Feeling the tug on his hand Ethan let him lead him outside and towards the parking lot. He kept on going when Eli stopped beside the car. 

“Dad where are you going?” Eli asked, puzzled thinking they were going to talk in the car on the way home.

“I feel like going for a walk,” he said waving for him to join him.

Joining him, head hanging low Eli asked, “are you mad at me?”

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Um…no,” he shook his head “Daddy said it was ok to defend myself.”

“Is that what you did today?”

“Well,” he stopped looking perplexed. Maybe he was in trouble after all. “Not exactly,” he admitted “but Stephon was saying some really bad things about Daddy.” Ethan smiled a little “your principal told me what that boy said and I’m proud of you for wanting to defend your Dad.”

“You are?”

“Of course. It’s important to know when to stand up not only for yourself but for those you love too.”

“Dad,” Eli stopped walking looking worried “is Daddy alright? He’s not crazy like Stephan said?”

“No he’s not,” Ethan knelt down in front of his son. “Your dad is sensitive and vulnerable right now. He’s been through a lot that most people would find shocking.” He could see in his son’s eyes the struggle to understand “let me ask you a question. How did you feel when Stephon said your daddy killed that man?”

“I felt awful,” he grimaced, holding his stomach. “I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew Daddy could never hurt anyone, not even the bad man.”

The certainty in his son’s voice made him smile. “Now imagine how your dad felt when the police took him into a little room and started to question him about how and why he killed that man. At one point they made him look at pictures of the dead man.”

“They shouldn’t have done that,” he cried tears filling his eyes.

“No they shouldn’t have,” he pulled his son close, hugging him tight. “That’s why your daddy is so withdrawn right now. He’s having to deal with all these bad memories and being accused of something so awful has made him heartsick.”

“What can we do to make him feel better?” Eli asked, leaning in close to his dad. It was kind of scary thinking his daddy was hurting so much. People sometimes died when they hurt bad enough. 

“We give him lots and lots of hugs and kisses. We show him how much we love him,” he said.

“And we don’t tell him all the bad things people say about him,” Eli added.

Sighing, Ethan shook his. He was afraid this was what Eli would want to do. Hide the ugliness that others say to protect his dad. “No we can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right. He needs to know these things even if it hurts.”

Taking his dad’s hand Eli asked, “why do people say mean things that they know will hurt someone?”

“I don’t know,” he ruffled his son’s hair. “I suppose they want to make themselves feel better.”

Puzzled, he asked “you mean Stephon is mean because he’s unhappy?”

“Maybe” he shrugged “he just might want attention and going about it in the wrong way.”

“I think he’s just mean.”

Chuckling a little Ethan silently agreed with him.

“Is Daddy safe now that the bad man is gone?”

“Yeah I think so,” Ethan replied, turning around and leading them back towards the school.

“Good,” Eli gave his dad a relieved smile “but if he’s not you’ll protect him, right?”

“With my life,” he promised.

“You should have been here,” Reed enthused as they sat down for lunch.

Glancing at Eli, Awan said “you didn’t tell me anything. Did Stephon bother you while I was out?”

Shrugging, Eli said “a little” he mumbled looking away. “No more than usual.”

“That’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard,” Tara huffed, rolling her eyes. “Stephon got his stepmom fired.”

“How?” Awan asked, watching Eli carefully. Knowing his friend, he probably felt bad.

“Oh he said a bunch of bad things about Eli’s Dad.” Reed explained with his mouth full. Swallowing “you should have seen it. Eli was so mad he chased Stephon all the way across the playground.”

“Yeah the little weasel tried hiding behind Mrs Currie,” Tara added laughing so hard she snorted. “I wish I had seen that,” Awan munched on his peanut butter sandwich. “It really wasn’t anything,” Eli mumbled uncomfortable with the way his friends were talking about what happened.

“It was too,” Tara contradicted him “Mrs Currie deserved what she got.”

“She lost her job,” Eli cried “and she might even get a divorce.”

“So what,” she shrugged unconcerned.

“It’s my fault,” Eli pushed his half eaten lunch away. “I just wanted Stephon to leave me alone and to stop saying those things about my dad. I didn’t want to get her fired.”

“That’s not your fault,” Reed stood to throw his trash away. “She could have stopped Stephon herself. She chose to ignore what he was doing.”

“That’s part of her job,” Tara followed Reed. Stopping she said “talk to him Awan. He’ll listen t o you.”

Eli watched his friends walk away. A moment later they were laughing as they dared each other to go higher on the swings. “Well,” he challenged Awan. “What do you have to say?”

Shrugging Awan popped the last of his sandwich into his mouth. “What do you want me to say? You did get her fired.”

His mouth dropped open. “Well yeah…but I didn’t expect you to agree with me.”

Chuckling a little as he stood up “I don’t.”

“But you just said…” scrambling to clean up his lunch Eli hurried after Awan. "What do you mean you don’t?”

Sitting on one of the benches close to the swings Awan sighed. “Well Mrs Currie could have been a better teacher. If she had been she’d never have let things get to the point where her job was in danger.”

“I guess,” Eli sounded perplexed watching his friend.

Smiling a little, Awan continued “I’m guessing she was warned. Adults like to warn people of what might happen if they don’t change. She chose not to listen. If she had she might not have lost her job.”

“So you’re saying it’s not my fault.”

“Yep,” he smiled, smugly swinging his feet.

Considering his words Eli nodded. Changing the subject he asked “why were you gone so long? Were you sick?” He’d wanted to ask earlier but didn’t want to do so while Tara and Reed were around. Awan didn’t like to talk much about himself, especially not around a bunch of people.

Nodding “you could say that.”

Frowning Eli reached a hand out to touch Awan's arm. He snatched his hand back when Awan cried out in pain. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Did I hurt you?” Jumping to his feet “I’m going to get the school nurse.”

“No don’t,” he cried standing up to block Eli from going. “I’m fine. Really.”

“You don’t look fine,” he could tell the smile on his friends face was forced. He’d seen his dad in pain before and that was the same look he had. “You’re hurt. You should have the nurse take a look.”

Grabbing Eli by the arm, Awan said “no I’m fine. I fell but it’s fine now.”

Eli’s face scrunched upin concern “is that why you were out? You were hurt? Did your dad take you to see the doctor?”

“Yeah and I’m fine,” he mumbled, not looking at Eli.

“But you’re still in pain” he stood indecisively “I think we should have the nurse double check.”

“No,” he cried “I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” he took a step around Awan.

“I’ll prove it to you,” he said “let’s join the others and I’ll push you.”

“But…”

“I wouldn’t be able to push you if I was hurt,” Awan said as he ran towards the swings “come on before it’s taken.”

“Oh alright,” he muttered, running after his friend. He couldn’t be that hurt if he wanted to push him on the swings, could he?

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Stepping out of the rental car, Cory had the breath knocked from him by a small eight year old boy who tackled him around the waist. “I knew you’d come,” he cried, grinning up at Cory, “you’ll make her stay. I know you will.”

Frowning Cory ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately “I didn’t know anyone was leaving.”

“Mom wants to leave,” he mumbled “all because of my dad. Some guy I don’t know or remember.” Looking up at him “you won’t let her will you?”

“Kai!”

The firm unhappy voice made both of them jump. Turning to face her Cory asked “is what Kai said true? Are you planning on leaving? Without telling me?”

“Kai,” she glared down at her son, hands on hips “you weren’t to say anything.”

“But Mom…” he gave Cory a hopeful look “why can’t he be my dad instead? I don’t even know that guy.”

Frowning Cory kept his eyes on the boy’s mother while keeping a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “What’s he talking about? I thought you said your ex-husband was in prison serving twenty to life.”

“Kai go inside,” she instructed in a no nonsense tone.

“I don’t want to,” he protested. Looking up at Cory “do I have to?”

“I think you do,” he agreed “your mother and I need to talk.”

“Oh alright,” sighing he stomped off towards the house. Stopping he turned his brow furrowed “don’t leave without telling me.”

“I won’t, I promise,” Cory made shooing motions with his hands. Once the door closed behind the boy “Noelle what’s going on? I thought we had something special. Was I wrong?”

Glancing over her shoulder she moved a little closer, her arms wrapped tight around her chest. “”We did. Do. It’s just … Kai’s father broke out of prison. I have to do what’s best for Kai. Keep him safe.”

“And you think running is the answer?” he asked “let me help you.”

“You don’t know Julien,” she cried “he’s dangerous.”

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

Leaning into him “he never hurt Kai. He adored his son.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Nodding she stared at the ground “Cory please you can’t protect me. Julien is ruthless. He’ll never stop looking for us. If you’re here he’ll kill you…”

“I can take care of myself,” he asserted. “I’ve been called dangerous myself; especially when I’m protecting those I care about.”

Her lips quivered as she fought the smile that tugged at her lips “I’m sure you can be. But Julien is in a class all his own. He’s killed before. Multiple times.” In a small whisper “he enjoys it.”

“Are you running to protect me?” he asked somewhat shocked that someone cared that much about him to think he needed to be protected.

“Yes,” she clutched his shirt “please Cory I don’t want to be responsible for you getting hurt. Let me do this. Let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he wrapped his arms around her.

“Cory please,” she tilted her chin upwards looking through tear laden eyelashes. “you need to think of your daughter. She needs you.”

“Noelle my daughter can take care of herself.” He leaned forward kissing her forehead “how long do you think you can run? He doesn’t sound like someone who will stop looking for you.” He glanced towards the house where Kai watched from the open windows. “A life on the run is no way for Kai or you to live.”

“A better life than with that man,” she sniffed “I’m willing to let Kai hate me if it means he gets to grow up away from that man.”

“Let me help you,” he repeated “I have people I know who can watch you. You’ll never be alone or far from help if you need it.”

“I can’t afford that,” she protested.

“I’m not asking you to pay,” he held her face in his hands “I love you. You and Kai both.”

“What if something happens to you?” she sniffed, “Courtney would never forgive me. She already doesn’t like me but if I get you killed..”

“I know my daughter. She’ll never like anyone I choose. The best I’m hoping for is eventual acceptance.” There was a tinge of sadness in his voice talking about her but it didn’t change how he felt for Noelle and her son. “Please let me help you.”

Nodding she nestled into his chest “thank you,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Is he alright?” Awan asked Eli as he watched Jonah stare out the window.

“I think so” he scooted closer to his friend, careful to keep his voice low “there’s someone watching the house and taking pictures of him. It’s kind of creepy.”

“Sounds like a stalker.”

“What’s a stalker?”

“Someone who follows someone else. Taking pictures of them and stuff.”

“How do you know so much?”

Shrugging he looked away from Eli’s awed face. “TV,” he mumbled.

Watching him Eli had a feeling there was more to it than that, something personal. “Have you been stalked?” he asked. He didn’t think kids could be stalked, it just sounded like something bad. Seeing how jumpy his dad was he knew it wasn’t a good thing.

“Nope,” he stood up “let’s go outside and see if we can spy on the guy. Maybe we’ll see who it is and be able to identify him. Then he’ll have to leave your dad alone. Stalkers don’t want to get caught.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’d have to quit watching.”

“Why?”

“Because people get restraining orders against them.”

Looking perplexed “what’s a restraining order?”

“It’s something that says you can’t come within so many feet of the person they’re stalking.”

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding “maybe I should get one against Stephon.”

Laughing “that would go over well.”

“At least then I wouldn’t have to be in the same class as him,” Eli sighed wistfully. “He doesn’t bother me as much since we became friends.”

Outside they climbed over the fence, creeping towards the front of the house careful to keep low. They nestled low with the grass tickling the faces.

“Can you see him?” Eli whispered, trying to maneuver around Awan to get a better view.

Pushing his head down Awan hissed “you’re blocking my view.”

“Who is it?” he asked “I can’t see.”

“It looks like that guy from TV. You know, one of the guys who broke out of jail.”

Gasping Eli’s eyes grew large as he crawled a little closer to the car. Wanting a better look at the guy.

Grabbing his foot around the ankle Awan pulled him back “he’ll see you,” he hissed.

“But I need to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?”

“That it’s the same bad man that wants to hurt my daddy,” he cried wiping at his eyes.

“Oh,” Awan nodded in understanding “maybe we should tell your dad. He’ll know what to do.”

“Yeah I guess,” he sounded uncertain.

“You don’t think so?”

“It’s just if we tell them now Daddy won’t want to go out. Dad wants to take him out for a romantic date.”

“Why do they have to go out? They could have a romantic night in.” 

“I don’t know. But if it makes my daddy smile again then it’s a good thing.”

Scrunching his face up thinking, Awan said “why not tell them after their date?”

“That’ll work. Daddy will get his night out and be happy,” he started to scoot backwards away from the car. “We better go back before Daddy wonders where we are.”

Nodding towards the car, Awan said “looks like they’re done watching anyway.”

“Good,” Eli said “then he won’t be able to follow Daddy when they leave.”

Julien looked up when the door of the motel room opened. Setting his newspaper aside he demanded “where have you been?”

Stopping at the sound of the menacing voice the man glanced nervously over his shoulder. “Out,” he mumbled his face twisting with guilt.

“That’s obvious,” he glared at his inmate like he could read his mind. “You’ve been watching the boy again haven’t you?”

His eyes flitted around the room refusing to meet Julien’s “what makes you think that? I’m not an idiot.”

Grunting the man crossed the small space between them. He grabbed a handful of the man’s shirt “don’t play games with me. I told you to stay away from him. That we wanted them to relax. They won’t do that if they see you.”

“They won’t see me,” he snapped, tearing his shirt free “there’s no harm in watching.”

Putting an arm around his shoulders Julien gave him a thin lipped smile “you and I are going for a little drive…”

“Um,” fear made the man's eyes unnaturally bright “I won’t do it again.”

“I know you won’t,” Julien said as he pushed him towards the door not giving his inmate room to escape. Passing the mirror in the bathroom he relished the look of fear in the man’s face as he realized this was the last drive he was ever going to take.

Jonah’s eyes darted around the yard as he let Ethan guide him towards the car. A car horn blasted down the street causing him to take a step or two backwards. Shaking his head “maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Ethan took his hand squeezing it. “Dad has everything under control here. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Nibbling on his bottom lip “what about the car I saw earlier?” No matter how much his brain told him he could trust Brendan with the kids he couldn’t help worrying. He knew that whoever was watching them was there for him not the kids but what if he was wrong? What if they were just waiting for them to leave…

Stopping by the car, his hand resting on the door handle Ethan said, “Jonah honey we don’t have to go out. We can stay here and enjoy family movie night with everyone else.” He kept his voice low and soothing “I’ll understand. I just want to spend time with you.”

Jonah leaned into him tempted by the offer “I’ve missed our date nights. I want to go out. I want to be with you.”

“It’s okay to be scared,” he tilted Jonah’s chin up so he could gaze into his eyes. “I’ll be right by your side, holding your hand.”

Smiling up at him, Jonah said “there’s no one else I’d rather have by my side.” Stretching, Jonah gave Ethan a soft peck on the cheek “I love you,”

“And I love you,” he pressed his lips onto Jonah’s forehead. “Let’s try and have a nice time tonight. Just you and me.”

“I want that,” Jonah sighed leaning into Ethan, resting his cheek on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat for a few moments “let’s go my love”

Watching from the window Eli frowned “what’s taking them so long? Just get in the car and go.”

Chuckling Brendon shook his head at his grandson. “In a hurry for them to leave?”

“Well…” a guilty expression crept across his face “we can’t start the movie until they leave.”

“Why can’t we?”

“Um …” he glanced out the window “they might decide to come back and um …”

“Did you get their permission to watch the movie?” Brendan asked, guessing why Eli was worried about his parents coming back and seeing the movie.

“Well … um …” he looked at the floor finding his toes of utmost interest “not exactly.”

“You either did or you didn’t.” Brendon said, watching the boy as he squirmed under his scrutiny.

“I tried but it never came out right.”

“Oh that’s just great,” Ryker groaned. “If we’re not watching the movie then I want to go home.”

“Ryker,” Brendan cautioned “that’s enough.”

“I’m not watching some kiddie movie.”

“Watch your movie,” Eli mumbled “I’ll go to my room.”

“I’ll go with you,” Awan said coming to his friend’s side, putting an arm around him.

“Should have known you wouldn’t let the little baby go off by himself,” Ryker huffed

“I said that’s enough,” Brendon’s voice rose loud and firm. Everyone seemed shook like the house had been shook by rumbling thunder. “Since Eli can’t watch the movie we were going to watch we’ll find something else to watch.”

“A baby movie for the little baby…”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Ryker stop,” Brendan snapped, losing patience with his teenage son, “you’re old enough to know better. You can watch the movie later. GIve it a rest.”

“Whatever,” rolling his eyes “that’s the only reason why I came. I should have gone out with my friends.”

“If you keep it up you won’t be going out with your friends for the next foreseeable future,” Brendan threatened.

“Whatever,” Ryker mumbled slumping into a chair.

Awan eyed the older boy a moment, deciding he didn’t like him. “How about we watch Jurassic Park?

“Yeah that’s a good movie,” Tyler seconded ignoring his older brother’s glare. “I like it. So does Ryker when he’s not I’m too cool for this.”

“Whatever,” Ryker mumbled from across the room.

“If you say that one more time I’m going to give you a dictionary so that you can find a new word to use,” Brendan threatened.

“Yeah right,” Ryker snorted relenting a little.

“That’s a step in the right direction,” Brendan grinned “let’s make some popcorn and get this movie night started.” He frowned at Eli knowing that the last time he had watched Jurassic Park he had woken the entire house up screaming. He’d have to warn Ethan so he was prepared.

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He had gone to the beach for a bit of fresh air. It had been a bonus finding the boy with his kids. He couldn’t help but appreciate what a beautiful family they were even as he plotted to tear them apart. Some instinct must have kicked in. He had seen it happen plenty of times. The quarry became hypersensitive to their surroundings right before the trap was sprung.

The kid was smart. Pity it would go to waste where he was going. For a moment a pang of guilt stabbed deep, twisting inside him. It would pass. It wasn’t his normal mode of operation. He had no stomach for it.

It all boiled down to needing cash. Money was the only language Noelle understood. Of course she wouldn’t live long enough to spend any of it. The boy would. Kai. His son.

He’d raise him right. Not the way she would. Noelle would turn him into a sissy boy. Grimly he stared up at the dingy yellow ceiling of the aging hotel. Soon this would be over. He’d finish the deal and move on. Put distance between him and this sorry business.

Sitting up he took out his phone. It wasn’t more than a flip phone but he didn’t need all the bells and whistle not to mention the guy he took it from was old and would no longer need it. It would be weeks before anyone came looking for him and by then he wouldn’t be here.

Dialing the number he had spent hours obtaining his lips curling into a nasty smile upon hearing her feather soft voice in his ear. She wasn’t alone, he could tell. She didn’t demand he leave her alone or threaten him with what her new boy toy would do to him. Breathing into the speaker he heard the quick intake of breath, the beginning hint of fear.

It was intoxicating. He had missed that sound. The silence told him she had disconnected. Soon he would be joining her. A twisted smile lit up his face “don’t worry sweetheart lover boy will follow soon after.”

Meanwhile Ethan sat up on the couch unable to sleep. “I guess it’s not as comfortable as I thought.” It had been hours and he couldn’t rid his mind of the wounded look in Jonah’s eyes. He’d do anything to take back the words he’d said, the ones Jonah knew meant he didn’t believe him. The reason why he was out here on the couch instead of beside his husband, holding him, giving him the comfort he needed.

“Why now?” he asked to the empty room. It had been months since Jonah’s creepy ex boss had been found dead in an alley. Months since his last nightmare that would wake the house with his screams. 

What had triggered the flashbacks? The paranoia? Nothing he said altered the fact that Jonah believed he’d been followed from the beach. What if he were right? That thought kept rolling around inside his head. What if someone was watching him? Then what? Why?

As far as he knew no one else had a reason to watch him. Were they wrong? They never did find out what that creep had wanted with Jonah or how he expected Jonah to pay him back.

Was there a way to find out? Leaning forward, holding his head in his hands, Ethan tried to think of a way. Raelyn’s husband had a friend who was a private investigator. Maybe he could find out. Find something they could use to help either alleviate Jonah’s fears or help protect him.

Grabbing his phone he made as if to call. Stopping when he noticed the time. Setting his phone down muttering it could wait until morning not wanting to invoke the wrath of Raelyn at being awakened in the middle of the night.

Laying back, closing his eyes, Ethan willed sleep to overtake him. The screams had him running to Jonah’s side. Crawling into bed taking his trembling husband into his arms murmuring “I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

“Is your dad going to be alright?” Awan asked in a whisper afraid of disturbing the man lying forlornly on the couch. “He doesn’t look well. Kind of like he’s sick.”

Nodding, Eli said “he might…” He looked up as the door to the twins room opened and his Grandpa Riley walked out.

“Why don’t you boys go outside and play?” he suggested with a smile.

“But Daddy might need me,” Eli looked towards Jonah on the couch staring at the TV with a blank stare.

“I’ll watch him,” Riley assured him, crossing the room to sit on the couch. “I promise if he needs you I’ll call.”

“Come on,” Awan urged “let’s join Jolene outside.”

Reluctantly Eli followed. “I should be with Daddy,” he mumbled once they were by the swings.

“Grandpa has it under control,” Jolene said, twisting the swing she was on in a circle and slowly releasing it.

“I know but…”

“I thought everything was ok now since that guy’s body was found,” Awan leaned against the swing set watching Eli kick at the grass in front of him.

“I thought so too,” Eli glanced back towards the house with a worried expression on his face. “He saw someone following us home from the beach the other day.”

“I didn’t see anyone,” Jolene’s ponytails flying behind her. 

“We were too busy talking about the band to notice,” there was self reproach in his tone like he thought things would be different now if he had noticed the same thing Jonah had. “Besides if we weren’t followed why would Dad be meeting with Uncle Hideaki’s friend? The private investigator.”

“Maybe to make Daddy feel better,” she said, kicking her legs to swing higher.

“She has a point,” Awan observed despite the glare Eli gave him.

Putting his hands on his hips “there’s more to it than that. I know there is. I can feel it.”

“Dad says he’ll take care of it. That we don’t need to worry,” Jolene dragged her feet on the ground to slow the swing. “What do you know that he doesn’t?”

“Just that there were two guys watching the house,” he turned to Awan. “Remember when you pointed it out?”

“I said it could have been a different guy because his hair looked shorter than the other guy but then he could have had it pulled back,” Awan corrected.

“I tried telling Dad but I’m not sure he believed me.”

“He must have believed you,” Awan said “why else would he have hired a private investigator?”

“I didn’t think of that,” he let out a relieved sigh.

“Awan’s way smarter than you,” Jolene gave her brother’s best friend an admiring smile. “Enough talk let’s swing.”

Across town Ethan sat in a small, neat office crammed full of files. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me.”

“I can’t promise anything. I’ll do my best to find out if your husband is still in danger.” His deep voice radiated confidence. “I’ll touch base with the officers working the case…”

Snorting Ethan said, “good luck with that.if some surveillance camera hadn’t caught Joanh and I across town at the time of that guy’s demise Jonah would still be their number one suspect.”

Hearing the disdain and anger in Ethan’s voice Caidan asked “is that why you’re coming to me with your concerns instead of the police?”

“It’s part of it,” he admitted. “I want to keep this quiet. Jonah has been through enough and the last thing he needs is for someone to leak this to the press.”

“I’ll respect your privacy as much as I can,” he promised. “However I will need to ask Jonah some questions.”

“That should be alright,” he nodded “I think it’ll give him a measure of relief knowing that his concerns are being taken seriously.”

“I think so too,” Caiden agreed “should I come by the house or do you want to bring him here?”

“You better come to the house,” Ethan said “Since the day at the beach I haven’t been able to get him to leave the house.” He leaned forward “I just want him to feel safe,” shaking his head “no that’s not it, I want him to be safe. If there is someone else out there watching him I want to know about it so I can keep him safe.”

“That’s what we all want and this is a step towards that,” Caiden assured him. Hoping that they would find out before the stalker had a chance to do much more than scare him.

Opening the front door Ethan was greeted by the sound of the piano. Leaning against the door, listening to the notes as they faded. “Beautiful,” he whispered as Jonah finished.

“Did you like it?” he asked from behind the piano, his face flushed but calm. “I’ve been working on it all day.”

“It’s good,” he moved away from the door “play it again. I’d like to hear it from the beginning.”

“Dad’s probably tired of hearing it,” Jonah said as he flipped through the papers in front of him. He usually didn’t need musical notes to play. The exception was when he was in the process of writing his own music. Later he’d polish the notes into something neat and legible.

“Don’t worry about me,” Riley assured him as he went to check on the twins. “I’ve written enough music in my lifetime to know you have to play it until it’s perfect.”

Smiling Ethan situated himself next to the piano, watching Jonah’s hands move across the keys in a beautiful dance as he played through the hauntingly hypnotic song. “Beautiful,” he repeated as the notes filled the room.

When the music notes stopped, Jonah asked “what do you think? Do you like it?” His brow was furrowed as he looked up at Ethan waiting for his honest appraisal of his music.

“I do,” grinning as he sat beside him on the bench. “It’s good to hear you playing again.” Leaning into him, Jonah said “it just felt right.” Sighing he fingered the keys almost lovingly. Music had always been his escape, his safe place. When he couldn’t express the emotions warring inside him he let the piano do it for him. 

Pressing his lips into Jonah’s cheek, Ethan said “I understand.” He did in a way. To him seeing Jonah doing something so normal was a good thing. It meant it had been a good day.  “Where are the kids?” The house was quiet, unusual considering there were four kids inside it.

“Outside,” he chuckled a little remembering how his dad had forced them to leave him alone so he could work in peace.

“Grandpa Riley made us,” Jolene’s voice nearby made them both jump.

“He didn’t make us,” Eli corrected “he said Daddy needed to work and it’d be better if we were outside instead …”

“But we could have helped,” she persisted.

“How could you help? You don’t even know how to play.”

“I can listen and give ideas on what’s good and what’s not.” Turning to her parents “is it finished? Will you play it for us?”

“Of course he will,” Ethan said squeezing Jonah’s shoulders a little before sitting down beside him. 

“It’s a little melancholic” he frowned at the confused young faces “it’s sad. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“I know it’ll be good,” Eli enthused “I want to hear it.” “Just play it Daddy,” Jolene moved to stand close to her brother “we want to hear it.”

“Go ahead sweetheart,” Ethan encouraged beside him, putting an arm around him.

Jonah began to play, filling the room with the notes of the piano. Everyone was silent until he finished. “Well, what do you think?”

“It was really sad,” Jolene agreed moving away from Eli. “I didn’t like it. I don’t like music that makes me sad.”

“That’s not very nice,” Eli frowned at her wanting her to change her opinion. “I didn’t say it to be mean,” she said, turning to her parents “it was a good song but I prefer happy ones.”

Shaking his head Jonah chuckled a little. “I did warn you it was sad.”

“I know,” she grinned “music speaks from the heart.”

“Yes it does,” he agreed. Jolene had an ear for music even though she had little interest in playing. 

“Daddy,” Eli stepped forward “now that your song is done do you think you could help me with mine? I’ve been working on it but it’s still not right.”

“After supper,” he said, moving to stand up.

“How about Jolene and I make supper tonight” Ethan suggested. 

“Are you sure?”

“Daddy and I will make the best supper,” Jolene giggled as Ethan tossed her in the air making her squeal.

When Ethan and Jolene left and they were alone with their guitars in the laps in the living room Eli whispered “I liked your song.”

“That’s nice of you to say but you don’t have to like everything I play. It’s ok to not like it.” Jonah told him “I know it’s not for everyone.”

“I know but….it was good,” he bit his lip “I want to make music that speaks to the heart, like you do.”

“You will I’m sure of it,” en Jonah couraged him, “why don’t you play what you have so far then we’ll play it together and I’ll make suggestions and you can decide what you want to do.”

“Ok,” Eli finished tuning his guitar before moving to play the song he knew mostly by heart but felt it was lacking a little something. Soul. It was missing its soul. He wanted it to move his listeners to feel something when they heard it like his daddy’s music did.

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“We need to be quiet,” Eli whispered to his friends.

“Why?” Reed’s question seemed to bounce off the walls, loud in the small room.

“Because,” Tara pointed, “babies need quiet to sleep.”

Shrugging unimpressed, Reed said “baby’s cry all the time.”

Staring down at his baby brothers Eli said, “you’d cry too if that’s the only way you had to let people know what you want.”

“That’s dumb,” Reed said shaking his head “I don’t see why anyone would ever want one.”

“Your parents must have,” Tara said as she held a finger out to the baby who opened its eyes a moment disturbed by their voices.

“I’m not a baby,” he protested.

“Not now,” she rolled her eyes at him. “Sometimes I think you have rocks instead of brains.”

“That’s not nice.”

“She only meant you were a baby once too,” Eli added quickly before they could get into an argument. “Come on let’s go before they wake up.” Lingering by the crib Tara asked “do you think I could hold one of them?”

“Uh I don’t think so,” Eli stepped between her and his brother. “My dad is kind of particular about who can hold them.”

“But they’re so cute,” she kind of squealed and one of the baby’s made a small fussy whimper.

“Shh,” Eli put a finger to his lips “don’t wake them.”

“Uh guys,” Reed backed slowly towards the door, “i think they’re waking up.”

The door behind them opened “Eli you know you’re not supposed to be in here when the twins are sleeping.”

“I know,” he stared at his feet “Tara wanted to see them and I didn’t want to …”

“I know we’ve been a little distracted lately but all you had to do was ask,” Ethan ruffled his hair. “Why don’t you show your friends the pool? Your dad almost has the cake ready for the party.”

“Can we swim?” Reed asked, eager to leave the room.

“As long as your parents said it was alright,” Ethan told him.

“They did,” he pointed at his shorts. “I came prepared.”

The twins began to cry in protest of having their nap disrupted. Going over to the nearest crib Tara asked “can I hold one of them? I’ll be real careful.”

“I’ll help you in just a moment,” Ethan said, turning to Eli “Awan is here. Why don’t you see if he wants to swim?”

“Alright,” Eli grinned up at him before running towards the door. Stopping he turned “thanks.”

“For what?” Ethan asked, showing Tara how to support the baby’s head.

“For not getting mad.”

Chuckling a little “I guess I’m just glad you like your baby brothers.”

“I do,” his grin grew wider as he left the room and found Awan by the door.

Awn kind of looked a little lost almost as if he wasn’t sure he should be there. Impulsively Eli threw his arms around him “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Gritting his teeth to keep from crying out Awan said “I wouldn’t miss Jolene’s birthday. It’s not everyday you turn five.”

Frowning Eli asked “are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Awan nodded as held his arms rigidly to his sides.

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have said I was if I wasn’t,” Awan mumbled.

“Your dad said you weren’t feeling well and that you weren’t coming.”

“It was just a stomach ache. I’m fine now.” He shrugged, forcing a smile to his lips “no big deal.”

Eli gave his friend a doubtful look but decided to drop it for now. “Dad says you can borrow some swim trunks if you want to swim.” Eli said leading the way to his room. He’d gone a few steps before realising Awan wasn’t following. “Don’t you want to swim?”

“I don’t really like the water,” he explained. 

“It’s kind of hot,” Eli said “I could let you borrow some shorts and a t-shirt. You can change when I do. I’m dressed up for pictures.”

“Nah I’m fine,” he smoothed down his too long sleeves “I burn in the sun.”

“That’s what sunblock is for. That’s what my dad says. He’s always putting it on us.” After a moment he offered, “I’m sure he' 'd put some on you too if you asked.”

“If I get too hot I’ll consider it,” he agreed, looking a bit uncomfortable at the thought. “Where’s Jolene? I want to give her a birthday hug.”

Jonah sat on the sun warm sand watching Eli and Jolene chase after the waves. He and Jayden did that when they were that age. Getting soaked from head to toe, skin crusted with salt and sand. Smiling he was thankful that Ethan had convinced him to get away from the house.

While the kids played he started to pack away their picnic lunch. From the corner of his eye something flashed in the afternoon sun. Looking up he saw a man standing with binoculars to his eyes. Was he watching them? The kids? Him?

A chill ran down his spine. Whoever that was had a birds eye view of them. From the angle it looked more like he was watching him more than the kids. Momentary relief flooded him. But who could it be?

“Kids,” he called “it’s time to go.”

“Do we have to?” Jolene demanded running towards the wave, ignoring him.

Turning Eli went after her. He could tell from the expression on his dad’s face that something was wrong, like he was struggling not to panic. “Jolene we have to go,” he attempted to get her attention before their dad had to come get her.

“But we’re having fun,” she protested “I don’t want to go.”

“Daddy says we have to go,” he wasn’t sure how much she understood about their dad’s anxiety.

“But,” she started whining, torn between staying and doing as she’s told. “Fine,” sighing dramatically “but I’m not happy about this.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.

Grabbing his hand she said, “I know. You can let me in your band.”

“You don’t know how to play an instrument,” he shook his head “What would you do in the band?”

“Every band needs a dancer,” she twirled on the sand laughing. “Or I could be a singer. You need a girl singer.”

“I’m the singer and guitar player,” he said.

“I said a girl singer,” she rolled her eyes “and I’m good.”

“So am I.”

“Not as good as me.”

Kids let’s go,” Jonah said walking towards them, his eyes scanning the beach like he was searching for something or someone.

“We’re coming,” Eli took his sister’s hand, pulling her along.

“I’m coming. You don’t need to pull my arm off.”

It was a quiet ride home. Jonah kept an eye on his mirrors, certain the same car had followed them from the beach all the way home. Why would anyone be following him? Was he letting his imagination run wild? Was he becoming paranoid? No he was positive it was the same car. Slowing down to turn into their drive he held his breath as the car behind him slowed then sped up as it went past them. 

Parking, the kids ran into the house as Jonah walked around to the back to unload. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. Dropping the picnic basket and spilling its contents on the ground he bent to pick them items up. 

“Need some help?” Ethan asked coming up beside him, his voice making Jonah yelp in surprise. “Hey what’s wrong?” he took several steps forward “you’re shaking. What happened?”

Leaning into Ethan’s warm embrace “someone was watching us at the beach.”

Ethan’s arms tightened around him “you’re safe. Your old boss is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I know it wasn’t him,” he scowled up at Ethan, “it was someone else. I don’t know who but they hand binoculars….”

“Maybe they were just birdwatching.”

“They followed us home.”

“It was probably just someone who lives nearby,” Ethan said “It’s a small town and lots of people go to the beach. It only seemed like they were following you.”

Stiffening, Jonah took a step back “I know what I saw. I’m not making things up.”

“I’m not saying you are,” Ethan tried to pull him close but Jonah stepped away from him. “Maybe you’re mistaken. Who besides that guy would want to follow you?”

“I don’t know,” his bottom lip trembled “I know they were watching. I could feel it.”

Ethan could see how close to the edge Jonah was instead of forcing the issue he offered “why don’t you go inside. I’ll clean up here.”

Jonah stood there a moment watching, wanting to make him understand that this wasn’t him freaking out or panicking. Why couldn't Ethan understand that someone was watching him?

Noelle shoved her phone in her pocket. It was him. No one breathed like that. No one but him. Her ex husband. Julien.

“Mom,” Kai called from the small lumpy couch. “When is Cory coming to visit?”

“I don’t know,” she pulled her hair back, willing her hands to stop shaking.

“Is something wrong?” Kai asked, having grown sensitive to his mother and alert to the smallest things.

Forcing a smile on her face. “Nothing. Except you’re fast forwarding through my favorite part.” She made a grab for the remote.

“Mom,” he groaned “that’s the mushy part.”

“I know,” laughing she wrestled the remote from his hand, rewinding to the beginning.

“Ugh,” slapping his hand over his eyes “my eyes, my eyes.”

“You’ve seen me kiss guys before. I’ve never heard you complain when it’s Cory.”

“Cory’s different,” he pulled his hands from his face once the mushy stuff was over. “Is Cory going to be my dad?” he asked, watching his mom hopefully.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Her eyes never moved from the TV refusing to see the hope die from his eyes.

Nodding Kai said “he’s a good guy. I like him a lot.”

“I like him too” she agreed, trying not to give him anything to pin his hopes on. “It’s too soon for anything else; especially for you to think he’ll be your dad.” She felt him move on the couch beside her, she turned in time to see the dwindling hope fade from his eyes.

“That’s what you always say right before you break up.” He jumped from the couch and stomped off to his bedroom.

“What about the movie,” she called after him, not bothering to deny what they both knew to be the truth.

“Watch it yourself,” he slammed his bedroom door behind him.

Staring at the TV without really watching it she leaned back with a sigh. It took a moment for her to realize her phone was ringing. “Hello,” she answered smiling when she recognized the voice on the other end. “We were just talking about you.”

“All good I hope,” Cory’s smile could be heard through the speaker.

“Of course,” she laughed softly “Kai was hoping you’d come for a visit soon.”

“Just Kai?”

“You know it’s me too,” she looked towards her son’s bedroom door, thankful he wasn’t there to listen to the call. Cory was a good guy and didn’t deserve what she was doing. She knew it but for now, she needed him and the protection he provided them.

Cory could hear the coldness in her voice and knew if he hadn’t asked she wouldn’t have said it. It was becoming increasingly clear that what Courtney had been telling him was true. Noelle was using him. Maybe he had known it and didn’t want to see it.

Kai’s happy little face came to mind as he ended the call with Noelle. There was no doubt that little boy liked him. Wanted him to be his dad. That would be the hardest thing about ending things with Noelle. Once he knew they were safe he knew he and Noelle needed to have a good long talk.

Tossing his phone aside he stretched out on his bed. Staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts going back several years. What would it have been like if he hadn’t made the decision to let Jonah go? Would he be a father by now? Or would Jonah have kept him at arm’s length the way he had the time they had been together?

Shaking his head, chastising himself for even allowing himself to dwell on things better not dwelt on. One day he’d find the one. A part of him, the part feeling the clock inside him winding down wondered if he would. Forty wasn’t that old. It wasn’t exactly young either. His chances of finding the one was slowly slipping away and he’d be a lonely old man.

Sitting up he pulled his shirt off. That wouldn’t happen. The lonely part. He had Courtney. His feisty take no prisoners daughter. Maybe one day he’d even have grandchildren. No he wouldn’t be lonely.

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Awan moved in, giving him another kiss, “no matter what happens in our lives you must live for the future. Marry. Have a family. Promise me you will live your life.”

“I will if you promise to do the same,” Eli said, clinging to Awan, wanting this moment never to end.

“I promise,” Awan said.

“I promise too,” Eli said “always remember I love you.” He felt himself being dragged away and he woke up with a jerk to find himself in his room, alone with Awan’s picture pressed to his chest.

He sat up, reaching for his notebook he used to write his music in. He knew how to finish Mandi’s song. He also knew it was for Awan as well. A farewell to his soulmate.

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The time has come for this segment of the story to come to an end. What will happen next no one knows but the the future is full of possibilities. If you want to read the concluding chapter of Chasing Shadows it's available on my WP blog otherwise it will be added to the queue. Don't worry this won't be the last we see of them. While I figure out the next part for Jonah and his family we'll focus on another segment of the Reagan family.

Awan Bemossed and Cecil was made by @mahvaladara

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'Song tag - Couples Edition'! Rules: Simply pick one of your OC couples and choose the song that best represents their relationship. Then post the song on your Simblr with a screenshot of your couple. Post the lyrics too if you want, it's up to you! Send this ask to some of your mutuals who also have OCs, or tag them in your post! No obligation, just have fun if you decide to do it! 💖

Only half a blue sky, kinda there, but not quite I'm walking around with just one shoe I'm half a heart without you I'm half a man, at best, with half an arrow in my chest I miss everything we do I'm half a heart without you

Forget all we said that night No, it doesn't even matter 'Cause we both got split in two

I'm half a heart without you I'm half a heart without you

Though I try to get you out of my head The truth is I got lost without you And since then, I've been waking up to

Half a Heart- One Direction

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She snorted, she pulled her hand back. “It took me six years to find him, Papa. And he acts like I ruined his life.”

“He loves you…”

“But he loves that boy too,” she said, hugging her arms around herself.

“Perhaps it’s time we let him call the boy,” her father suggested.

“No,” she snapped, “I won’t lose him a second time.”

“If you don’t relax your hold you’ll lose him anyway,” he said “except this time you’ll have his shadow but his soul is withering.”

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“That’s different,” she huffed, turning towards the window “I’m his mother.” 

“Mmm,” he shook his head while sipping his coffee.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” she demanded leaning against the counter, glaring at her father.

“Nothing,” the older man rose from the table bringing his cup to the sink. He took his time rinsing the cup out, all the while gazing out the window. “Daughter you mean well but your son misses his friend. His soul mate.”

“Soul mate,” she repeated as if it were a curse. “That’s what I thought when I met his father. Look where that got me.”

He reached over, patting the hand she had resting on the countertop. “Not all soul mates are fated mates.”

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“My mother has entered into a marriage arrangement for me. As her son I cannot break the arrangement.” Awan explained “but that doesn’t mean the harmony tree will bind me to her as my soulmate.”

“We won’t ever see each other again will we?” Eli asked; although it was more of a statement. He felt it’s truthfulness even as he asked the question.

“Not in the flesh,” Awan agreed.

“But in the dreamscape,” Eli pressed on, needing the answers to his burning questions.

“Only in the dreamscape will soulmates who are destined never to be together be able to meet,” Awan said and there was a measure of sorrow in both his eyes and voice.

“Are we destined to be estranged soulmates?” Eli asked as his chest constricted, fighting back tears.

“I have given my word that I will not seek you out or leave my people,” Awan said. “I will not break my promise.”

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“Awan,” he whispered as the couple came into view. Eli retraced his steps not wanting to be seen.

The young man turned in Eli’s direction as if he sensed or heard something but the girl he was with tugged on his hand redirecting his attention.

“You’re not listening to me,” the girl said, pointing in the opposite direction from where Eli was hiding. “We need to go in that direction.”

“Then you go,” Awan grumbled.

“Your mother said we have to go together,” the girl said with growing irritation. “This is our couples rite. If we don’t find the harmony tree together we won’t be allowed to marry. Don’t you want to be married?”

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Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

This could be the end of everything So, why don't we go somewhere only we know? Somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know

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Turning her head she watched the young archaeology student. She had long auburn hair, soft brown eyes and her hands waved as she spoke animatedly to Morgyn Ember about something. “Then you won’t mind if I go and introduce myself to her.”

Awan shrugged, “suit yourself.”

Luna hesitated, “aren’t you going to come with me?”

“I’m not the one who wants to meet her. You are.” Casually he turned, walking away “besides we’re already late.”

Luna dithered in the middle of the path trying to decide which way to go. She knew something was up with this girl but she didn’t want to offend her soon to be mother in law. Groaning, she turned and followed Awan back into the jungle. She could always go back and talk to the girl later.