Page 84 of Eternally Yours
They had started the season strong, but then it went downhill and didn’t stop. Sometimes I wonder if I may have played a part in him being distracted during the season. But every time those thoughts surface, Silas quickly shuts them down.
Still, I wanted to do something to take his mind off their loss. It’s why I came up with a fun little idea to cheer him up when he gets home, which should be any minute now.
I planned a little game of hide and seek, but with a twist. When he arrives, he’ll find a Nerf gun lying against the door, with a note attached to it written:
Last one standing gets anything they want tonight.
ANYTHING.
Come find me xxx
That’s why I’m hiding out near the end of the backyard behind a rose bush. The snow has finally melted away, and we’ve been lucky to have warm spring weather already. They’re expecting rain later today, but we should be fine.
I’m barefoot and kneeling out of sight, wearing a simple red and white polka dot wrap-around dress. One of Silas’s favorites since all it takes is a simple pull of the belt and the whole thing falls off. It’s probably why I decided not to wear anything underneath it. I know how much he loves watching it fall.
My phone suddenly vibrates in my hand. I look down and find a text from Morgan.
Morg
Clay just arrived. Your man should be there in a few. Have fun!
Since the boys had taken one car, I knew Sy would be dropping off Clay before coming home. I told Morgan what I had planned, and she agreed to be my lookout and let me know when her husband got home.
With my own Nerf gun in hand, I crouch to the side of the bush where I have a clear view of the back door. Milo lies in the grass next to me, but he’s my secret weapon. When Dad gets close, he’ll let me know.
I wait quietly, listening for a sign of Silas. Ever since we moved out here, I’ve been using his SUV for work because I hadn’t bought a car when I came to New York. Which means Silas has been using his truck. His big, loud truck that I will definitely hear coming, and so will Milo.
Right on cue, the rumbling sound of the truck’s motor grows closer until it shuts off. I’m too far away to hear if he’s gotten out or not yet, so I wait patiently, watching Milo’s reactions.
Suddenly, our growing little guy’s head whips up, ears flexing forward. In a rush, he gets on all fours and darts to the back door and through his doggy door we had installed for him.
I duck lower, making sure to stay well hidden, and spy into the house. Since the back portion is mostly full glass walls, I can see Silas’s form moving through the lower level, hoisting the gun up and ready to aim.
Watching him take it so seriously makes me giggle.My man is still a child at heart, and I love every bit of it.
He leaves my line of sight for a few minutes, most likely looking through the rooms, then I see him entering the kitchen. I move back completely, making sure he can’t see me. But that also means I can’t see him. It’s quiet for a few seconds, but then I hear the patio door slide open.
“Milo, come here, boy. Where’s Mama? Go find Mama,” I hear Silas say.
Oh, the asshole! That’s totally cheating!
Seconds later, Milo shows up in my face all happy, jumping up and down and barking back to his dad.
“Shh! Milo, no. You were supposed to be on my team! Go see Daddy!” I whisper shout, flapping my hand at him in hopes it will get him to leave. But it doesn’t.
I decide my best attempt at survival is to run. I look up quickly to see where Silas is positioned since I haven’t heard him coming with all the ruckus Milo is making. He’s lowered himself in some sort of crouched walk and is making his way over to me by the back.
The instant he sees me peeking over the bush, he shoots, but I’m faster. I duck down and jump into action. With my gun in hand, I get to my feet and sprint away from him, shooting behind me without looking.
Foam bullets fly everywhere, yet not one seems to hit me as I zigzag around the backyard, trying to get away. Suddenly, Silas stands facing me a few meters away, gun aimed at my head. I stand frozen in defeat as he pulls the trigger. But nothing happens, he’s out of bullets.
Ready to call victory, I raise mine, aiming at his chest and shoot. Turns out, I’m out of bullets, too.Well, fuck me.
Time passes slowly as we watch each other, then a slow, wicked smile spreads over Silas’s handsome face. “Run, little mouse. Run.” And then he takes his first step.
I throw my gun to the side with a scream and spin around, running away from him. But he’s faster. I manage to get five steps in when he launches himself on me, causing us both to fall.
I wiggle out of his hold and turn onto my back, wanting to keep my eyes on him as I crawl backward, but he catches me by the ankle. Shrieking, I try to kick him off, but it’s of no use. He’s too strong.
