Page 26 of The Defense Rests
I kiss him softly before he settles into the chair on the other side of my desk as I take my seat. He pulls out his laptop and wakes it up to a file that is already on the screen.
"I was going through some of her records from her primary doctor." His eyes squint, and he squeezes the bridge of her nose. "Nothing was abnormal. Until I looked at her third visit."
He turns the screen toward me, and I see where his mouse is pointing.
Holy. Shit.
"Are you kidding me?"
"I take my job very seriously. I've been scanning these documents all day to find a link and the missing piece."
"I think you found it," I tell him proudly. "Wait a second."
Looking through the thorough notes on the screen reminded me of Brianna's note-taking. I clicked open Heather's medical record and went back to her first few visits with me.
"Son of a bitch." The words barely come out as a whisper.
Kai comes around the corner and leans over my shoulder to look at the screen. His scent is intoxicating, and I close my eyes to breathe him in.
"It's a pattern," Kai tells me from the notes that are similar to those of Brianna and the ones from her clinic.
Mrs. Anderson was right. "She's a fucking scam artist."
"Language, Daddy." Kai kisses the top of my head before going back to his side of the desk, closing his laptop, and putting it away.
"I need to make some phone calls. See you at home?"
Home. I love that he referred to my home as simply 'home' more than I probably should. Like he lives there. Belongs there. And not just because he possesses the spare key that I gave him while in town.
"Of course. Is there anything you need me to pick up on the way? I need to finish a few notes here, but I can leave in about half an hour." I offer.
"It's been a long couple of days for both of us." He tells me faintly, like all of his energy is leaving his body.
"That it has. Do you want Daddy to take care of you tonight?" I ask. Hopeful that he says yes. I know Kai hasn't spent a lot of time in littlespace, and I hope we can change that. It will help relieve some of the tension of quitting the law firm and venturing out on his own. Whatever he needs, I hope he lets me be there to give it to him.
He looks into my eyes. Pleading. "More than anything."
Fifteen
Shaun
My heart does this weird zing when I pull into the driveway and see Kai's parked car. It feels…natural. I set my bag next to the entryway table as I make my way into the quiet house. "Honey, I'm home," I call out in a sing-song voice.
Moving further into the house, I hear…sniffling? I pick up my pace and step into the bedroom, where I see Kai sitting on the floor with his back to the entry so he doesn't see me. His shoulders are moving rapidly up and down.
Oh, my sweet boy.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I step around to squat in front of him and notice that he is tangled in a pile of fabric. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Here is this large guy wrapped in a pile of tulle. I don't dare smile. I don't want Kai to think I'm making fun of him; he's clearly in littlespace. "Butterfly. What happened here?" I ask quietly, biting my lower lip.
When he looks up at me with those glassy eyes that mimic the sun's reflection off the ocean, paired with his trembling lip, my heart melts. "Da, hep."
"Okay, butterfly, I'll help you. Why don't you let go of the fabric and lie on your back. It will be easier for me to untangle your skirt." I gently place my hand on his back and guide him to the floor.
"It tutu." He corrects me. "I a bal-ina."
"And you are going to be the prettiest ballerina I've ever seen once I figure out what you did here."
It takes me a few minutes to realize he had one foot in the elastic waistband. Still, somehow it got twisted in a figure-eight, and his other foot went in, causing the fabric to bind his feet together.
