Swept Away: The First Bloodline (14 page)

She woke feeling the warmth of the sun touching her face through the window.  Chase always hated it, but she loved it and had ultimately own.  Right off the bat she heard Ashley’s giggle, bringing her to sit straight up in bed.  She didn’t even have to look to know she was alone in bed.

Fearing the worst Taylor made her way to the kitchen.  She wasn’t ready to answer questions about her and Damien to the kids yet.

“Look Mom, silly face pancakes.  Damien made them for us.  Just like you.”  Zach was ecstatic shaking his head yes as he took another bite.  She felt total disappointment because Damien had taken that from her.  Hurt even.  That was the one thing that she had always done with the twins.  It was their special time.  Even Liz never had squeezed in on it.  It was the only thing special Taylor felt she could do with them.

Damien’s head rose looking straight
into Taylor’s.  Enigmatic eyes staring bottomlessly into hers.  “It’s still yours Sweet, I just borrowed it.”  He whispered into her ear before gently kissing her cheek softly and turning to pour her a cup of coffee.  She decided it was better to let it go, then to try to explain something he obviously already knew.

“Are you guys getting married?  It’s ok with me.  You don’t have to ask my permission or anything.”  Zach ask
ed looking at Damien.

That was all it took to make Taylor go
into a coughing fit as she choked on her coffee, spilling it all over the table as she gasped.  After a moment she was finally able to answer him.

“No.  What makes you ask that?  Did your Aunt Liz say something again?” 
She had to know where his mind was going with this or if someone had told him that.

“Well, he slept in bed with you Mom, you said that people can sleep with each other when they get married.  You’re not married.  So that must mean that you are getting married?”  His big blues question
ed her diligently.

“No, that doesn’t mean we are getting married.  It just means that we like each other very much.” 
Taylor caught a small amount of dissatisfaction on his face leaving her to wonder why. 

“Well then why is it ok for you guys to sleep together?  Can I sleep with my girlfriend wh
en I get one?  I will like her very much.”

“Absolutely not!” 
She had to get a grip on herself quickly.  Her tone raising, high enough to reach the ceiling. “And well, to answer your other question.”  She paused. 
How do I answer that other question? 
She looked over towards Damien for help. 
What do I say to that? 
He shrugged his shoulders. 
Some help you are.
  He smiled back at her and then took the lead.

“When you get older you’ll understand ok.  Sometimes people can sleep in the same bed as another if both of them say it’s ok.  If they love each other very much with everything in their heart and soul.” 
Taylor was speechless.  Thoughtless.  He loved her with everything in his heart and soul.  Her inner Goddess wept tears of joy before she became overcome with multiple emotions that she was now fighting from showing her kids. 

His answer was so much better than anything
she could have ever come up with.  How do you explain something like that to a six year old with a very imaginative and curious mind?

It must have sufficed his curiosity because he went back to eating his pancakes. 
Taylor sipped at her second cup of coffee looking over at Damien relieved that it had worked.  Damien stood leaning back, resting against the counter.  His arms crossed.  His legs crossed.  His long muscular legs.  She hadn’t noticed before how damn sexy his legs actually were.  How strong they looked.  She suddenly found herself picturing him in a pair of light holey jeans eating a yellow apple like Jerry Dandridge. 
Stop it!

Her face was completely flushed as he smiled back at her.  But not in his usual sexy smile.  The smile that kept going.  Like he wanted more.  But she wouldn’t give him more of that fantasy that she was learning to love.

Liz and her damn books.
  Always trying to get her to read that crap, then when she did, she found it totally sexy as hell and couldn’t stop comparing Damien, his actions, his movements, his everything to a fictional character, only to think of another one to compare him to. 
Damn Taylor get it together already.

“Mommy, you think Santa is going to bring me what I want this year?  I don’t want a whole bunch.”  Ashley was truly concerned. 

“I don’t know.  Do you think you have been a really good girl this year?” 

“I think I have.  I ke
pt my room clean all year.  I did real good.”  She looked up like she was really thinking hard as she tapped her little finger against her chin.  “Yep.  I’ve been good.”

“Yes, you did and you do and you have.”

“Have you written your Santa letters yet?”  Damien cut in.

“No, not yet.”  Ashley and Zach both frown
ed.

“Hey guys, what’s wrong?”  Zach look
ed over at Ashley and she at him.  “Come on guys spill the beans.”

“Well, last year you were sad at Christmas.  Santa didn’t bring you what you wanted did he?  You weren’t happy cause you didn’t get your present you asked for.
”  Zach asked.

Taylor took a deep breath.  No one could bring her what she wanted.  Until now.  She looked
into Damien’s eyes.  Bright eyes.  Soothing.  “He did.  All I wanted for Christmas last year was to be with you guys and I got to do that.  This year is not going to be any different.  As long as I have you both I am happy.” 
And the pain to go away permanently would help.

“Hey I have an idea.  What about after we clean up from breakfast we write those letters and I can drop them off in the mail on my way home?”  Damien
sweetly suggested.

The yelling of yes answered that. 
She hadn’t seen them this interested in cleaning up ever.  They cleared the table quickly and surprisingly quiet.  Taylor laughed at the sight of them.  Zach ran and grabbed the paper and pens then they each grabbed what they wanted.

They both sat down and commenced to writing their letters. 
Taylor loved to sit and watch them concentrate on something they both wanted.  The faces they made. The way both of them stuck out their tongues while they concentrate.  She loved it.  She forgot about Damien all together as she did what she loved to do the most.  Watch her beautiful and wonderful children at work.

Ashley finished first handing
Taylor the letter.  No doubt she knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t have any problems asking for it.

Dear Santa,

              For Christmas I want this stuff please.  I have been a really good girl this year.  Even my Mommy says so.

1.
       
Unicorn flip flops that have matching jammies

2.
      
Wii game system with games.  Princess ones for girls only.

3.
      
Baby dolls with long hair and dresses.

4.
     
Clothes.  I like pretty pink dresses and cowboy boots.

5.
      
A ring with my birthstone on it.  It’s pink.

6.
      
Earrings that are pink with butterflies.

7.
      
Necklaces that match my earrings.

8.
     
Shoes.  I like cowgirl boots and flip flops, and high heels like Mommy and Aunt Liz have in their closets.

9.
      
Eazy bake oven with lots of food for me to make.

10.
   
I could really use a new pinky to.  My old one is old.

Love,

Ashley

              “Good job Sissy.”  Taylor snickered at number ten on her list.  “Bubby, are you done with your letter yet?”

             
“Yes.  Don’t read it though.  Just let Damien mail it ok.”  There was a deep desperation in his little voice as he folded it and then folded it again smaller making sure no one could see what he had asked for.

             
“Ok. It’s your letter.  I can respect that.  Damien can mail it just like he said.”
Just as soon as you’re asleep I am so reading it little man.  After all I am Santa. 
She smiled taking the letter.  She folded up Ashley’s let and then placed both of them in the envelope and sealed it.  She wrote the address on it.  Santa Clause 101 North Candy Cane Lane North Pole before passing it to Damien as they had agreed.

             
Don’t you dare take that with you. 
His fingers brushed hers as he took the letter.  Her eyes locked with his. 
I need to read it.  I have to make sure I get everything on the list.  Do you understand?
  He nodded.

             
“What do you have planned for the day?”  Damien asked.

             
“Well, to be honest, something the kids want more than likely.  Thought about reading some.  Don’t know what, but something.”  She had no clue why she had just lied to the man that could hear every thought she had.  She knew exactly what she wanted to read.  Again.

             
“Interesting choice, Sweet.”  He looked questionably at her.

             
She shook her head desperately trying to keep singing ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’ in her mind so she was too busy to think of anything else or name the title to her new favorite book.

             
“I have to get some things done today.  I’m gonna take off.  Will you walk me out?”  Taylor hesitated for a moment before she remembered the letter quickly excusing herself from the table then.  No sooner than she had stepped out on the porch his mouth was on hers.  She felt a pinch on her lip before he sucked it rough.  Hard.  She moaned into his mouth giving him the opportunity he took, to invade hers with his tongue.  Exploring and teasing her mouth.

             
Again she could feel the outcome that she was now addicted to.  She knew that he was doing it to her but she didn’t care.  Really if they were naked in bed it wouldn’t  be any different than what he was about to bless her with.

             
Her reasoning was halted when he pinned her to the door.  One hand held both of hers behind her back as the other caressed her body delightfully so.  She could feel his erection against her abdomen as her orgasm intensity began to raise more.

             
As if her legs consistency suddenly went to jell-o she was thankful for him holding her in place as she was rocked, restrained and relieved at the same time. Her breath slowed as her body relaxed against his embrace.
I could live like this forever.

             
“And so you shall.”  His voice was raspy.  Just as stirred as she was.  She didn’t want him to let go of her yet.  He was the new air her body required to breathe.  The new substance her body required for nourishment.  He was her everything she needed.

             
“I can’t stay.  I think you may need some time alone when you read this.”  He handed her the letters to Santa.  As if she quickly had the ability to feel what he felt, she was nervous and scared to read it.  It had to be something bad.  She knew it did.  If there was something in that letter that was affecting Damien like that, lord knew how it would affect her.

             
She tucked the envelope inside her pants covering it with her shirt.  She kissed Damien sweetly on his cheek not daring for another one on his mouth.  Those seemed to draw her in keeping her there until what felt like the end of time.

             
“Just so you know.  I would be happy to help you with making that list come true.”  He kissed her on her forehead before walking away to his car.

             
She watched as he drove off already missing him.  Already longing for him to return but knowing that their relationship was perhaps moving extremely fast.  She turned to go in but the sound of a car made her heart fault.  Damien she thought.   Her heart raced as she turned around.  She didn’t recognize the SUV.  The windows were tinted to dark to see the passengers leaving her nothing to do but stare at the vehicle waiting, for whomever to step out.

             
Finally the passenger front door opened revealing Liz as the passenger.  She was glowing.  With just the look of her, Taylor assumed her date had went as well as her first with Damien.  The SUV pulled away with Liz waving.  When she reached the steps the smile on her face said it all.  It was definitely a night as magical as she had spent with Damien.

             
“And?”  Taylor teased Liz the same as Liz had done to her.

             
“And I’m in love.”  She walked right passed Taylor.  She had no idea why she found it funny when she had such strong feelings for Damien as well.  She stepped inside and made her way to her bedroom.  The kids were watching television.  Laundry was still waiting on her.  She quickly gathered a load of her scrubs together as she had to return to work tomorrow, throwing them in the washer she locked herself in her room and opened the envelope.