Kane nodded, 'let me get changed and we can go see Trish." Brooke hugged Kenna and told her about the mac and cheese that they had just had for lunch and how much she likes Kane. Kane changed quickly and came back downstairs, taking Brooke from her arms. "Ready to go see your momma?" he asked her and she nodded hiding her head in his chest and sucking her thumb, the ltitle girl hated hospitals.
Kenna placed her hand on his arm giving a smile to him. "Thanks, I'll see you soon," she said before they dashed out.
an acute respiratory infection. That wasn't good to read, she cursed and left Trish there despite Kenna's protests. coming back hearing the television on she sighed.
"They're keeping her overnight, acute respiratory infection...so..." Kenna hugged Brooke tightly. "Mommy will be back later, she's not feeling good. If Kane is okay we can go bye bye."
"You go, Brooke is alright with me, it'll be easier on you to go alone anyway, just keep me updated and I'll make sure shes alright, I promise." Kane said kissing Kenna's cheek. The crying had did a number on his headache and he wasn't in the mood to be out in the sunlight. Brooke clung to him, "I stay?" She asked Kenna and Kane smiled, 'I've got her darlin', no worries."
Sleeping with an ex when they were getting heated was a terrible idea. She felt amazing though and had curled into him. Just as there was some light through her window. Looking to his sleeping form she smiled before the strange text.
Dressing she had checked on Trish to see she was having issues breathing.
having the hospital bag ready she heard Brooke crying. "Brooke! We need to go to Mrs Simmons now!" She called up before starting up the stairs to find the girl. "We need to go Kane. There's a problem."
The next morning Kane was pulled out of his sleep by Brooke crying in the hall... What was going on. He pulled on his sweats and t shirt before going out and picking her up, "Whats wrong princess?" he asked her and she cuddled into him. He looked around for someone but didn't see anyone... not even Kenna... where was she? No one would just leave Brooke alone?
If she was completely sober she would know this was a terrible idea. Instead she just wanted that piece back. Moving one hand to his neck she kissed him instead of a response the other found under his shirt. That taste and feel of his skin.
Mistake or no tonight this was going to be amazing. "I want this, too..." It has not been long for her but something with a deeper feeling.
Kane nodded, "I've never been more sure about anything Kenna." he muttered and kicked the door shut behind them before pulling her down onto the bed with him. He missed her, he missed this... he missed everything and for once when he was drunk he wasn't thinking about Iraq or the explosion.. he was thinking about Kenna and only Kenna and that was something amazing.
"Except my bed is a lot more comfortable," Kenna mused. Seeing that look and those words just made feel like that seventeen year old girl. And that sounded like an invite. "It might not happen again, are you sure?"
Finding the zipper she began unzipping in her own room after tossing the heels. It was only for one night, right?
She glanced to him knowing she wanted this almost as much as he did.
"I love it too... means we can lose this right now." he said tugging on her shirt. He had a lot more courage when he was drunk but he wanted her so much, he had waited five years for this moment. "I love you Kenna and I want to show you how much I love you... my room now." He growled into her ear and tugged on his own button on his jeans... he needed her.
"I can't believe I forgot how you are when drunk. Even our first time in that truck that skinny blonde girl out did you," Kenna laughed. She still loved the sound of his laugh, and that smile.
With the uber secured she made sure that he got in first before she got in herself. It wasn't far luckily far. Getting in she took off the heels and placed them in her hands. "I love having my own place and not five levels of steps."
Kane kissed her hard, "Get me home? How about get you home... and get those clothes off." he muttered tugging on the hem of her shirt, he would make love to her right here if she would let him in his drunken state...this was why he didn't drink often but on the plus side his shoulder wasn't aching, that or he just couldn't feel it but either way he would take it.
It wouldn't be as if she needed anymore distractions. After two more drinks she was feeling buzzed but that was it. Looking at him she contemplated this before shaking her head.
"I should get you home before you make a mess," Kenna answered. "Raincheck. And with some other stakes, I'm sure we can think of something."
She placed on her shoes and jacket before going over to him and wrapping her arm around him. "See you soon, Nate."
Kane smiled, "Pool. No rules... distractions are... welcome." he muttered his hand on her side. He had had probably 8 jack and cokes by now and he was drunk for sure. There was no way he was winning this game of pool unless Kenna was just as drunk as he was. He loved her so much. Nate chuckled at them, "Kenna are you sure its not too late." He was trying to save her from doing something stupid.
"That was it you won pool of I remember right," Kenna smirked. Glancing at the time she knew that she needed to be the partial adult she was. that didn't matter right now. "Quick game and we should get back home."
Already working on the set up of the pool table. She had grown immune to the looks from other guys, and she barely encouraged it. Carefully looking to the pool sticks, she grabbed her favorite one.
"God damn it gets better with age." he muttered when he finally had to pull away from her, it was true their kissing had improved. When darts was said and done, Kenna had lost by one point and Kane smirked, "So about that futon?" He said his hands finding her waist and sliding lower as he pulled her to him. Nate chuckled, "You can't handle her Kane... a firecracker is what she is."
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