Chapter 10- Arguing Parents

“I will go get the spare key. I wonder since when we began locking doors in this house…” she muttered, cursing under her breath. 

Hearing her footsteps retreat, Rory released a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Today was a ridiculous mess, and all Rory wanted to do at the moment was to be in his loving father’s arms.

“Daddy, you have to leave before my mother gets back,” Rory said, trying to push his father off him, as he had a sense of urgency rushing in his head. But instead, Nicholas turned his face to him and kissed him hard on his lips. 

Getting flustered, Rory opened his mouth and let his father’s tongue slip into it, tangling it and slurping on each other’s spit. Just as he was about to delve deeply into it, he heard his mother’s footsteps. 

“I couldn’t find the spare key,” Heidi informed as she rattled the door handle, and she glared hard at it like it was the key to opening the door. Her rage and annoyance towards her son’s sudden rebellion grew as seconds passed, and it still wasn’t opened to her.

“If you don’t open this right now, I will go get your father.” Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head to the side. “I wonder where he went.”

Angrily pulling at her hair, messing up the perfectly combed and styled hair, she groaned and kicked at the door. “Being the only woman surrounded by idiot men is frustrating. OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR THIS MINUTE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU!!! ”

Fear and worry washed through Rory’s body. His mother was the embodiment of prime and proper. She would never verbally curse or swear at someone, but now, looking at the situation, he turned to his father, his eyes filled with worry and fear.

“Dad…” He muttered, his voice filled with horror. Feeling his father’s weight pressing down on him, his large hand wrapped around Rory’s waist, his fingers still moving around beneath the sheets.

Rory’s head spun as his body reacted to the sense of getting caught by his mother or the reaction she would give to them.

Would she be disgusted?

Would she be so angry and divorce Daddy?

Oh, how he prayed for the latter to happen just so he could have Nicholas to himself. 

His body was still thrumming from the kiss, but he maintained his sight of his father, his eyes wide with panic, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Nicholas leaned in, his eyes burning with possession and desire as he mouthed the word, “Don’t be afraid.” 

Pointing to the door, he made a hushed sign with his lips. Then, he spoke towards the door. His voice was smooth and awfully restrained, which was a contrast to how he felt at the moment.

“Heidi, you are quite noisy.”

The rattling and knocking stopped instantly, as silence filled the air for a little while longer. 

“…Nicholas? Darling?” Heidi’s voice shifted, the sharp hint of suspicion turning to confusion.

“What are you doing in there?” 

Muttering underneath his breath, he reluctantly pulled off from Rory, making the kid let out a disappointed sigh as he watched him walk towards the door.

Thank goodness for the black jeans he was wearing; otherwise, it would have been impossible to explain anything to a hysteric Heidi. 

Turning back, he motioned for Rory to cover himself with the blanket. He didn’t turn around until he had done so. Letting out a sigh, he swung the door open and stared down at Heidi, who looked shocked and baffled as to why he was here in the first place.

His head was pressed to the wall, and his large frame covered the door space, which was slightly open.

This caused Heidi not to see into the room.

“What are you doing in here?” Heidi queried again, her arms crossed as she gave him a pointed look.

Nicholas arched his brows as she had just asked the dumbest question he had ever heard before. 

“I can’t be in my son’s room under my roof?” He asked, his voice unreasonably calm and steady.

“I never said so. I was just surprised. I had been knocking, and no one bothered to answer me, so I thought you left the house when I didn’t notice.” Staring down at her husband, she crossed her arms, looking like she wanted an explanation.

Rightfully so, she was entitled to it. After all, she wasn’t wrong with her statements. She had been knocking and calling out to him, but neither responded. 

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

She let out a light gasp. “What do you mean, ‘what’? I asked you a question, and you didn’t reply to me. And also—” she began again as she tried to maneuver around him to get to her son, but Nicholas didn’t move an inch. 

“Excuse me, I would like to get to my son!!!” She demanded, glaring hard at him.

“No.”

“No?”

“I didn’t stutter, did I?”

To say Heidi was stunned would be an understatement. She stared at the man she married, wondering if something had happened to him. Perhaps aliens had taken over his body and left her with a brainless copy.

“That is my son.”

“And he is also mine.”

She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes. “Taking up the parental role when you never did before?”

Now that one hurt. That genuinely shot Nicholas in his heart.

True, he didn’t care for Rory too much back when he first came around. He was a shy kid who excelled in academics more than his son. So he felt all he needed was material support, and he had so much of it to spare.

He was better than even his own kid in the business aspect. And when Rory had told him he was going to the university to study business, he was exceptionally thrilled. 

And that had given Nicholas an idea, or better yet, a reason to bond with Rory.

And bond they did.

Or they did more than bonding.

“Regardless, he is my son—”

“STEP!!!! SON!!!”

Nicholas pressed his lips into a thin line as he heavily glared at Heidi. Second time.

That was the second time she had interrupted him. He was not amused. 

“I will not let you enter the room.”

“Huh? What are you saying? It is MY son’s room.”

“And it is a room in MY house, under MY roof. Under a property I own. So if you are done identifying possessions and belongings, leave.”

Her eyes turned to slits, and she stared daggers at him.

“Why are you protecting? You have been on his side ever since he came back from school.”

“Perhaps, it is not about sides, but because you seem to hate the very child you BIRTHED!!!!” Nicholas yelled. His blue eyes were blazing with rage, and his veins were straining along the lines of his neck. To say he was livid would be an understatement.

Heidi’s eyes widened at his words before they dilated. She immediately turned into her prim and proper lady.

“Well then, let your ‘precious’ son know that his engagement to Christy Hewitt has been arranged, and he should get ready to meet her. And I would not take any form of excuses.”