Chapter 20
Tuesday, Morning …
Queenie woke up the next morning, bolting out of bed to stand in the middle of a strange room. She spun around as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Reese.
They’d found her son. She raced to the second bedroom, finally remembering where she was. Last night Kirk had taken the two of them to his place. She’d struggled with Reese being in a separate bedroom, but Kirk had been adamant.
“The door is open. He’s a strong young man, and, if he cries out, we’ll hear him.”
Finally she’d relented. Now she stood in the doorway of her son’s room, tears in her eyes. It was really true. She had him back. She’d been so numb last night, then so very angry. With no way to release it, she had tossed and turned all night.
Until she had heard Stefan’s whispered words. Focus on the good. Let the rest alone.
Words of wisdom. From that moment on, she’d focused on being grateful for the miracle of her son glued to her arms. And her anger drifted away. Leaving sadness behind. They’d missed so many years.
But you weren’t alone all that time, were you? Stefan said quietly. Remember about telling all your secrets?
Sure, but I still don’t know what you’re talking about, she’d said in confusion.
Someone was with you and has been since you went looking for your son.
The pinkish-lavender energy? That was Reese, wasn’t it?
No, Stefan said, a gentle humor in his voice. It wasn’t. But it’s important that you find out who it was.
He’d left at that point. She stared down at her sleeping son, remembering all the times she had thought of him as the lavender energy.
And she could see the energy around her sleeping son right now, but it wasn’t lavender.
Neither could she feel the lavender energy around her now. “Hey, Reese, you there?” she called out quietly.
Nothing.
Frowning, feeling like she’d lost something special and not understanding why, she slowly made her way back to Kirk’s bed, where she’d slept last night. She slipped under the covers.
Kirk’s arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. “Feel better now that you checked he’s still here?”
“I had to,” she said apologetically.
He chuckled. “I know. I’ve checked too.”
She shifted up on her elbow until she could look down at him. “Really?”
Opening his beautiful silver-blue eyes, he stared up at her and nodded. “Really.”
Her heart gave a happy sigh. She beamed at him, loving his need to make sure his son was safe. Then she lowered her head to kiss him. “Good. I’m glad to hear that,” she whispered before she brushed her lips against his.
Tucked up safe and warm in bed in the early morning hours, their son sleeping a wall width away, being held by the only man she’d ever loved—well, if this wasn’t what everyone would call perfect, she didn’t know what was.
She slid a hand up his bare chest to gently brush his cheek. “Did you have plans today?”
His lips quirked. “Not today. Except maybe to stay in bed with the woman I love for as long as I can. What do you think? Have we got an hour before Reese wakes up?”
“Longer if we’re lucky.” She grinned. “And, as I recall, we never had a problem taking our time in bed. Of course it’s been a while, so I might have forgotten.”
“In that case, I suggest we refresh your memory,” he whispered, reaching up to hold her gently, lowering her down until their lips met.
She let out the gentlest of sighs as pleasure rippled through her. It was sheer joy in knowing they’d come to this point, joy in knowing the pain of all the last few years was over. They were older, wiser, and so much better off today. And to think they had this moment, this point in time for just the two of them.
What a gift …
And she planned to enjoy it fully.
The gentle blending of mouths, accepting each other, was an aphrodisiac all in itself. Passion was slow to rise, but like any dry kindling, once the heat built, the fire wasn’t far behind. Moving with slow assurance as someone who knew and was delighted with a gift inside a wrapped package, Kirk gently undressed her, showing pleasure with every change in her body since giving birth.
Her breasts were plumper, and they flushed pink as he cupped them gently, laved the nipples with his tongue. He buried his face between her breasts for a long moment, then murmured, “They are more beautiful than ever.”
He took one nipple deep into his mouth and suckled. She cried out at the deep pulling sensation in her belly. Then he turned his attention to the other one. By the time he was done and moving to her ribs, she was mewling like a kitten.
“Dear Lord, I’d forgotten,” she gasped as he nibbled on her hip bone, holding her firm as she twisted beneath his ministrations.
“I’ve never forgotten,” he growled out passionately. “I was so damn confused, hating myself for my actions. But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you, wondering how you were.”
“And yet you didn’t call me.”
“I was going to,” he admitted, gently stroking down her legs. “If you hadn’t contacted me, I’d promised myself I’d come find you.” He lowered his head and kissed her hip bone, letting his tongue trail up to her ribs. “I would have to.”
She reached down and tugged his head toward her. He scooted up and kissed her passionately, letting her know how he felt about their years apart. The pain of their separation and the loss … God, the loss.
When he lifted his head, she was limp but needed so much more. She tugged him back down to kiss his again, her thighs widening to make a place for him. “You’re home now,” she whispered. “Just as Reese is.”
He shifted his position so he was at the center of her body and held himself slightly aloft. “Not quite.” And he slid inside.
Her body wept with joy as he filled her completely. She shuddered in his arms, already throbbing for more.
He leaned down, kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “Now I’m home.”
And he started to move.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until she couldn’t muffle her cries any longer, and he took her lips, his tongue driving deep in a matching rhythm. She let out a strangled cry, her body arching as the climax swept through her. He didn’t pause but drove right through to let out a heavy groan on the other side. Shaking, his body still trembling in the aftermath, he rolled to the side and just held her close.
Tears slipped down her cheeks; she could hardly breathe, and talking was out of the question. She stared around the room, wondering at how her life had changed.
A light laughter—one she knew well—filled her heart and mind.
“Reese?” she whispered. But it couldn’t be—could it?
“What did you say?”
“The spirit I connected with before—the one I thought was my son—is here,” she whispered.
Kirk shifted so he could look round the room. His gaze spun back her way. “That purple pinky thing?”
She stared at him. “You can see him?”
“Yes.” Kirk nodded. “But it’s faint. Like a mirage almost.”
“Yes, it’s always been that way. But I can hear laughter when he visits.”
Kirk pulled the sheet up over them both. “So who is it?”
She didn’t know but watched from the circle of Kirk’s arms as the lavender energy floated closer until it was over her. It started to shrink into a smaller but more intense ball hovering in front of them. She gazed at it in fascination. “Who are you?”
No answer, just more laughter.
Then it lowered until it rested on her belly. And dropped lower yet again.
She gasped, her belly sucking in tight. But it sank lower and lower until it disappeared—inside her. She gazed at Kirk in shock.
“Did that just happen?” Kirk cried.
Just then Reese came running from the other bedroom. “Mommy, Mommy, she’s here.” His face was alight with excitement.
“Who’s here, honey?” Queenie asked, opening her arms.
He tumbled up onto the bed and laughed. “Melly is here.” He reached over and patted her tummy. “She’s in here.”
“And how do you know that?” Kirk asked, sounding dazed.
Queenie understood how he felt because she wasn’t much ahead in this thought process.
“Melly told me,” Reese said proudly. “And I believe her. She said you’d come for me. And you did. And she said she’ll be with us soon too.” His face screwed up as if trying to remember what he’d been told. “But she said we’d have a little wait first. But we should talk to her. So she doesn’t get lonely.”
And finally Queenie got it. A little slow but, given what she’d been through, maybe that was understandable. She smiled, a gentle loving smile, her hands covering her belly protectively. “So, my pinkish-lavender energy I was so sure was Reese wasn’t my son,” she whispered to Kirk. “It was our daughter, … waiting.”
“Waiting? For what? And does this mean what I think it means?”
“It does indeed,” she said with a beaming smile. “She’s been waiting, just like you and Reese. She’s been waiting to come home.”
This concludes Book 13 of Psychic Visions: Itsy-Bitsy Spider.
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