One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

“Das a bad word,” Andy admonished back.

“He does it a wot,” Jax confided.

“Aunty Ev says I not supposed to say that.” Andy laughed like it was some big secret, and she was so happy to see it, she didn’t care that he’d likely said it at some point.

“Sounds like a smart woman.” Casey winked at them, sending them both into a fit of giggles. “So boys, how do you feel about a sleepover at Jax’s house this weekend?”

Jaxson cheered his excitement.

Andy crawled into Ev’s lap.

She wanted to break down into a fit of tears.

The small amount of hope in his eyes prevented her from doing it. While she might not be ready to let him out of her sight, she knew she had to make things as normal as possible for him. “That sounds like an awful lot of fun,” she told him happily.

He slowly began to smile. “Where will you be?”

A quick look at Casey showed him nodding back at the house. “Casey and I will be right here. You’ll sleep at the big house with Jaxson for a night.”

“I heard there was going to be camping in the living room,” Casey told them both conspiratorially.

They cheered and ran for the big house. Happily chatting and planning what they would do.

“I hate when you’re right,” she commented still watching the boys run.

“I know.”

“You’re going to rub it in, aren’t you?”

“Only if you push me to.” A devilish look crossed his face at his words.

Oh boy.

After what felt like a thousand grueling hours later, the psychologist left. She was able to watch Andy play with Jax and see how he was with her and Casey, as well as by himself. She’d told them that because of his age, he could forget the whole incident, however, it could be a few weeks before the nightmares stopped. They had to be understanding of how he felt and make sure that he spoke to them about any concerns. For a two-year-old, they all knew that wasn’t going to be the easiest task. But Ev wasn’t giving up on him.

Casey was so protective of him, always laying with him at bed time. They watched movies together in the afternoon until he napped. She was surprised because Andy had told the police it was a man who attacked his mom. She thought for sure he’d have trust issues, and to some extent he did. Not once with Case, though.

Watching them in their evening routine now, pretending to shave after a bubble bath, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have Casey’s baby. To give him something so precious. Until then, she hadn’t thought about children of her own, but now she felt like her ovaries might explode with the way he was acting.

After a quick bedtime story, they had Andy tucked in, and he was asleep in no time at all. Crawling into bed, she wore one of his old t-shirts. The hungered look that crossed his face whenever she did was panty-droppingly delicious.

They had fallen into a routine of sorts since she just practically moved into his place. She still had her crappy apartment, but she hadn’t been back since he’d found her. He and Dom had been there to pick up some of her stuff, but she knew she wasn’t going back. Next week, they’d planned on gathering up everything she wanted to keep and leaving the rest.

One of her favorite parts of their routine was being able to rub the soreness away from his knee and thigh. She loved the intimacy it afforded them. They were brought closer together. Case sat on the edge of the bed to remove his prosthesis while she gr

abbed the cream.

Once he sat back, she moved to his leg. Before she could squirt the cream in her hand, he had her flipped around so she was straddling his thigh and her ass was facing towards him. Laughing, she didn’t even ask why he’d done that.

Squeezing the cream into her palm, she rubbed her hands together, warming it up before she started soothing the pressure that accumulated just below his knee where his leg was amputated.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied. He never hid anything from her and encouraged her to do the same.

“Do you want kids?” Rip that Band-Aid off, right?

He was quiet for so long, she feared maybe that wasn’t for him. “Yeah, Ev, I do.” he finally answered. So much pleasure coated his whispered words. They were husky with emotion.