Spaghetti Family part two

I killed it. I killed the damn recycling bin that came to life and I smashed it to pieces with my bare hands.

Robin was absolutely horrified and going through a panic attack, so I held him after I left and threw away the remains of the once singing monster teacher thing in the dumpster.

“Thank God Manny didn’t see that…” I say as I hold onto Robin tightly.

Suddenly I saw Robin with a shuddering expression inspecting my raw looking hands.

“Oh, my love, your h-hands… they need bandages and medicine,” he starts crying and gently kissing my knuckles.

“It’s alright, love, just relax and calm down. I’m alright,” I whisper, kissing his cheek.

“No. I need to get you something to take care of your wounds. Right now,” he tries to get up, but is trembling so bad, he almost falls. I catch him and bring him close to my chest.

“I love you, Harry,” He says in a sob, and I hold him even closer and kiss his forehead.

“I love you too, Robby.” My words make him lay a string of kisses along my neck, and I bite back a moan.

“Let’s not get into that whole mess of bed room proclivities, darling,” I whisper huskily, and he gasps a bit at my hand traveling near his stomach possessively, “you’ll not get me out of our room all night.”

Robin’s brow raises. “All night, huh? Intriguing.”

I laugh gently. “Let’s just focus on feeling better first. Try to take deep breaths, love,” I say and he does, but then he looks around, and then at me carefully.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“What’ll we tell our son?” Robin says with a shuddering breath.

“Nothing. We can’t freak him out. He deserves to be happy. To feel safe,” I state and Robin nods.

“I know you’ll protect us again, just in case,” Robin says in a gentle way and I smile.

“I’d do anything to protect you and Manny,” I affirm, and Robin grins.

“I know,” Robin says, though it comes out sadly.

“You are worried we might get separated again, huh?” I say, shifting my weight a bit as he moves more comfortably on my lap.

“No. Never. We can’t even talk about it. It won’t happen,” he says in a muffled voice as he lays his face on my chest.

“Hey, come here,” I say and he lifts his head up. I see his beautiful green and brown eyes and light brown skin, and I can’t help it. I have to kiss him.

I lean in and chastely peck his lips, softly at first, but as he leans in to kiss back, my tongue slips in and enters his begging mouth.

“Mmmffff!” He moans a bit too loudly as I kiss him wildly, my hands pressing deeply into his hips as his body is so painfully close to mine.

“Shhh… you must be quieter…” I whisper but Robin presses against my crotch with his own, making me moan.

“Mmm… Robin.. please…” I find myself begging.

“Please? Please what you sexy mop?” He taunts and I growl as I nibble at his lower lip.

“Stop being such a cheeky bird and take me to our bed,” I flirt back, and his eyes widen.

“Okay,” he says simply, getting up, taking my hand to pull me upstairs to our room.

He keeps giving me these half lidded, sensual stares as we go up the stairs, which makes me bite my lip too hard.

“God, you are so damn cute,” I say to him in a hard swallow, and he grins widely, winking at me.

“I know….” He says with a flourish of a twirl, and I laugh.

Suddenly, I look in front of me and see our son Manny.

“Hey dad! Papa!” He says happily, and suddenly Robin and I are met with a colorful drawing.

Robin’s eyes get so big I imagine them cartoon like and ready to pop out. He’s tearing up, too.

I lean in for a better look and see why he’s so emotional.

It is a picture of the three of us, holding hands.

I’m colored red, he’s yellow and Robin is green. Above it, he spelled out, “My family,” and Robin goes over to hug the boy.

“Ohhh! I love it! Isn’t it masterful! A true vision? Isn’t it, Harry?” He cries.

Manny is beaming with pride and I grin, going over to hug them both.

“Yes, yes it is. Well done, son,” I say happily, and kiss the top of Manny’s head affectionately.

“Oh, so glad you two like it! Yay!” Manny yells in an excited way.

Robin grabs it and placed it on the fridge.

“There. A stunning piece of art we can all enjoy,” Robin declares.

Manny can’t stop grinning, and either can I.

“It’s quite simply the most perfectly creative thing,” I add. Manny hugs each of us again individually and we go back into the living room to watch a movie together. Family time is very important to me, to all of us.

God, please let our family be safe here, I think. Let us not see another crazy teacher creature again, I hope.

But I know deep inside it wasn’t meant to be.

I see a strange lettering on the bottom our fridge door, too, before we go to the living room. It scares me, badly, but I say nothing to Robin or Manny.

Lesley