/Samantha/
Samantha, Henry. "Henry." Richard greeted us by nodding his head and looking at both of us with an embarrassed expression. "I sincerely apologize for everything that has taken place; I really shouldn't have done that. Samantha, I would never do anything to damage you, and I can't believe I did what I did. I shouldn't have done that; I was just caught up in the excitement of the moment."
Because of the way that I was crushed up against Henry, I could feel his body tensing up even more; he was like a snake getting ready to strike. "If there is one more instance like that, both you and I are going to go into trouble," Henry snarled loudly.
Richard gave a little shake of the head, "It won't, please accept my sincere apologies, and I am grateful that you allowed me to come and assist you today. I will never be able to repay you for your forgiveness, but please know how much I value it."
"You're not forgiven." Henry glared at him angrily in an attempt to warn him. Even though he hadn't closed the front door yet, he gave off the impression that he was considering sending his father back outside and slamming the door in the man's face. The awkwardness of this discussion caused me to cringe, and I reached out to Henry's hand to give it a firm squeeze. When he looked at me, I gave him the puppy dog expression. I asked you, please put this behind us, with my eyes. He heaved a sigh and then turned back to face his father. "But thank you for assisting with the painting," he said to his father after a moment's hesitation.
Richard beamed a grateful smile at me, and I returned the expression. He was truly a nice person at heart, and he was like a second father to me. I didn't want to lose him from my life if I could help it, and he was like a second father to me.
"I had best go see what your mother is doing, since knowing her, she's probably painting all over your floor," you said. Richard said while he awkwardly excused himself and walked toward the lounge that was located at the end of the corridor.
After he heaved a sigh and turned back to face me, I put my hand on top of Henry's on the door and pushed it close. I knew he didn't want to see his dad again, and the fact that he was putting that aside made him even more of a man to me. I was incredibly proud of him. I knew he didn't want to see his dad again.
"That was the appropriate action to take." I murmured as I moved closer to him and smiled.
He indicated yes with a pout and said, "I think."
"I know you didn't want to, but I really appreciate you helping out your mom in that way. " Henry always seemed to enjoy it when I did that, so I placed my arms around his waist and gave him a gentle nibble on the jaw.
"It was not for her Samantha bear that I did it. I carried it out in response to your request that I do so. After what he did to you, it is torturing for me to have him in this room with us." He spoke in a mumbling way.
I took a step back and gave him my full attention before saying, "Well then, thank you for doing it for me." I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He was without a doubt the cutest little boy in the entire wide world, and I count myself incredibly blessed to have been given him.
He let out a long sigh, nodded, and pressed his lips briefly on mine before breaking away and grinning in my direction. "Come on then, Samantha bear, my dad is right; you know that your mum is going to be splashing paint over the floor." "Come on then, Samantha bear, my dad is right."
I laughed and followed him into the lounge, where they were busily bickering in a lighthearted manner about who would get the largest roller and who would be responsible for painting the edges. Richard gave a sheepish grin as we entered the building; he appeared to be in a great deal of discomfort, and to be perfectly honest, I felt a little bit sorry for him.
"Richard, before we get started, I was wondering if you could possibly lend a hand to Henry in moving the remaining pieces of furniture into the centre of the room." I enquired while approvingly caressing Henry on the rear end. Wow, what a wonderfully formed rump! I couldn't help but clench my teeth as my horny body began to respond to his in the expected manner. Damn, I was such a freaking pervert when I was around him! Pay attention, Samantha, you're painting!
"Sure." Richard beamed a joyful smile.
Henry was groaning softly beside me, so I gave him a gentle nudge in the direction of the bookcase when I overheard him making the sound. I headed over to join the debate over who gets the rollers and who gets the paint brush, all the while observing Henry as he moved the larger pieces of furniture with his dad. After I joined the argument, I headed over to join the argument over who gets the rollers and who gets the paint brush. They seemed to be engaging in some idle chatter, with a portion of it revolving on football and school. I had the impression that Henry was making a genuine attempt, and for that, I was really pleased with him.
Later on that day, we received a phone call from the police informing us that Blake had been arrested for violating the provisions of the restraining order; but, due to the fact that he had not really damaged me or threatened me, this was not a matter that could be resolved fast. They released him on bail, but they told us that the best outcome we could expect for with the court would be for them to sentence him to community service. He was scheduled to appear in court in around one month.
Henry was not pleased with the development, which is putting it mildly. In fact, he was so angry that he shattered the glass he was holding against the wall, but neither of us could do anything to stop him. I sincerely hoped that the fact that Blake was actually going to court would serve as some kind of warning to him that he didn't have my interest. I was confident that he wouldn't come near me ever again because I knew that if he did, the police would arrest him once more, and this time they would keep him in custody until his court case. They had informed him of that as well, so he was well aware of the circumstance; he couldn't be that naive, so I allowed myself to let go of some of my tension.
Henry and I have, at long last, begun to behave more like a married couple in our daily lives; in fact, we have even had our first argument, although, to tell you the truth, it was kind of staged because we both found it hilarious. Both of us were complaining about the other's actions; he complained that I hadn't washed the dishes, and I complained that he hadn't placed his clothing in the washing.
We yelled at each other for about a minute before we both burst out laughing, and then we ended up making love in the dirty laundry while still arguing back and forth; which was, in a weird way, kind of sexy, though I would never admit that to him because it made me sound a bit strange and perverted. We yelled at each other for about a minute before we both burst out laughing, and then we ended up making love in the dirty laundry while still
The place was wonderful, and it was a joy to begin each day with the knowledge that he was and would be exclusively mine. One night, his parents as well as my mother came over for dinner at our house. James continued to be uncooperative and wouldn't talk to either Henry or me. My mother had assured me that we would see one other again someday, but I didn't place much stock in that prediction.
I loved him as if he were my real father, and I would always think of him as my father; nevertheless, he forced me to choose between him and Henry, and I always went with Henry. Henry was my favorite. James just didn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation at all; all he could see was that his daughter, who was only seventeen at the time, had eloped to Las Vegas and gotten married there.
I swear Henry and I were on a paint fume high for a number of days, so I was relieved that we were finally done decorating. Thankfully, the decorating project was finally over. There was some kind of competition that Henry's football team had entered, and they had breezed through the preliminary rounds to go all the way to the finals, which were going to take place in exactly one week from now.
He was putting in an incredible amount of work at the gym; every day after school, he would go to a practice that lasted for an hour and a half. I gave thanks to my lucky stars that I had made arrangements to volunteer at the library since it would have broken my heart to witness him being tackled and carried out for an hour and a half each day! The opportunity to spend the past week volunteering at the library was a blessing from above.