Page 98 of Like Fathers, Like Son
Blaze
Ifyouaskedmehow we came to this point, I’d say that it was a beautiful journey filled with love, craziness, and some really special moments along the way.
That was probably part of my upbringing, and the fact that I was raised to go for what I wanted, regardless of what anyone else wanted. What I saw as love, I knew others might have seen as abuse, or something similar, but basically I just didn’t give a flying fuck.
From the age of ten, I knew that Anneka would be mine one day. I knew that she’d be by my side, mine to own and love, and finally I’d be able to touch her hair as often as I liked.
I’m sure her idea or recollection of things would be slightly different, but that was the beauty of love. It brought people together, even despite their differences, and personal preferences.
My parents did the best they could, and they raised a strong, competent man, who’d be able to love and protect his new family as well as they’d loved and protected me. My parents were flawed, and they’d be the first to admit it, but they knew how to love, and even if you doubted whether they actually could feel it, they showed it every single day.
Finally, it was my turn to be the parent, and the husband, and the one who’d be the guiding hand to another life.
Our wedding day had been simple, attended only by my family, and Anneka’s mother and the asshole she was boffing. They got married soon after us too, so I guess it was more than boffing, but whatever. Parent sex really wasn’t something I wanted to know about, unless I was the parent and it was Anneka I was fucking.
For a long time I hated her, blamed her for everything, but over time we’d learned that we were both to blame, and that we needed to forgive ourselves. It hadn’t been easy, but it was a fucking journey, or so that asshole therapist she insisted on seeing kept telling her.Journey into my fucking bank account more like.
“Blaze! Stop fussing with the baby, because I swear to god if you wake him, I’ll-”
“You’ll what, babe? Choke on my cock again?” I watched as the little one in my arms blinked his little blue eyes open and stared up at me, making a soft cooing sound. Our baby. Our fucking child. We made this gorgeous little creature, with his wisps of blonde fluff on his head. Our son.
“You woke him?” Anneka hissed angrily, reaching for him. I dodged her again, just like I did the first four times. We’d only had him home a day, and already she was turning into some kind of mumzilla. As if she’d be able to stop me holding our kid.
“He still needs a name, babe, you’ve gotta stop dragging your heels, yeah?”
She rolled her eyes, shoving the wisps of glowing red hair back behind her ears. Yeah, she’d gone back to the colour she’d had as a kid, and it never failed to give me a boner every time I saw it.
Right now it was dragged back into a messy bun, with these sweet little tendrils slipping free. Was it possible to fuck hair? I wanted to wrap that hair around my cock and jerk off with it. She still wouldn’t let me though.
“Give him to me,” Anneka demanded again, holding her arms out.
“Go rest, babe. I’ve got him, he’s fine, aren’t you, kid? Jesus, I can’t call him ‘kid’. I’ve gone through my fucking life being called that, and I’vegota damn name!”
She sighed, lowering her arms again and smoothing the baby’s bedding in his cot.
“What were your ideas again?”
Anneka
I SWEAR TO GOD, our son wasn’t having a stupid name like Blaze’s! We’d had this discussion over and over for months, since our hurried little wedding, and even while I was trying to squeeze a baby out of me.
Still, every time I laid eyes on our son, I felt something inside me melting. It was easy to understand how Blaze’s mother had ended up where she was with so many kids, because once there was this little life that you created right in front of you, like this awesome reminder that beauty could arise out of chaos and evil… yeah, it was easy to get addicted. I even already knew I wanted more of them, not because I wanted a sick family like Blaze’s, but because I loved our child so much.
I still didn’t really trust or like his parents, especially Wilma. That might have seemed like a weird thing to admit, because I could understand her position and how she came to love her men, but I’d never forget how she didn’t free me that day.
Even though I’d grown to love Blaze, and my life with him, that had been a turning point that she’d enforced for him. It was weird that I couldn’t forgive her, but I could just about cope with his dads. Hell, even my new stepdad was managing to get on with all of them, and he could tell they were a fucked up mess of psychos.
“Flame,” Blaze said, distracting me from my thoughts, and completely losing me.What?
“Where?” I darted my head around, already on mum-alert and baby protection detail.
“Here in my arms, babe.Flame. Doesn’t that sound perfect for him?”
“No fucking way. God no. Next?”
He smirked, gently kissing our son’s forehead.
“Hell.”
