Page 75 of Milked

Saddened that he wasn’t feeling well, I closed his door to let him sleep. Then I planned to take care of him when he woke up.

After a quick shower, I crawled into bed, missing having my boys with me, but I managed to doze off.

The next morning, I made some breakfast for Finn consisting of fresh fruits, orange juice, coffee, and some oatmeal to help get him back on his feet. Then I carried the tray, with a small vase and a little flower from the garden and carried it up to his room. On the side, I had two little pills of cold medicine for him.

It was difficult to finagle the tray and open his door, but I managed. I set the tray down on a little table with two chairs by the window where he sipped coffee sometimes and opened the curtains to let fresh light inside.

“Good morning, Precious. Did we get sick?”

Finn pulled the covers over his head and didn’t answer.

I walked over to his bed, sat on the edge, and pulled the covers down, but he yanked them back and rolled over away from me.

“Finn?”

“Thank you for breakfast. I’ll eat it later, but I’d like to be alone for a while.”

I winced at the sting of his harsh-sounding words, but I didn’t let them push me away. Perhaps he wasn’t sick. Did something happen to him? Maybe he lost a modeling contract. Regardless, we always talked to each other.

“Finn, if you’re not hungry, that’s okay. I brought this, thinking you were sick. Are you?”

“I’m… not sick.”

I rested a hand on his bare shoulder, but he shrugged me off.

That wasn’t good. In fact, that was bad. He’d never reacted to me like that before. His lowest was when he came to me the most. I’d always been his emotional support system.

Did I do something that upset him? Something I was unaware of? Shit, did it have to do with Ryder? Had he changed his mind?

“Just… leave me alone.”

Before I jumped to conclusions, I put on my ‘Daddy’ voice to get him to respond.

“Absolutely not. You know how it works in this house, young man. You’re going to sit down, eat breakfast, and tell me what’s going on with you. I won’t accept anything less.”

His sigh was heavy, and he kicked off his covers, climbed out of bed, and walked over to the small table, wearing only his underwear.

Finn sat down and dropped some blueberries and strawberries into his oatmeal. He dug in and took a small bite. He didn’t look so good. His eyes were swollen with dark circles, and he wouldn’t look at me.

I poured myself some coffee from the carafe and added some cream to it.

“Now, tell me what’s going on. Does this have to do with Ryder?”

He shook his head. His blond hair snarled everywhere, as if he’d tossed and turned all night.

“Then what is it?”

His hands rushed to his face as a sob escaped him.

Shit.

I was instantly on my feet and lifted him off the chair. I sat down on the bed, rocking him back and forth, holding him as he cried on me.

“Talk to me, Precious. What happened?” I asked when he started to calm down.

He reached around him to grab the tissues to blow his nose and wipe his eyes.

“My career is done. It’s over. I got Casey fired, too.”

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