Confounded: Part I - 23. Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23 --==Taylan's POV==--

Later that evening, Kit came...well, ‘home', really, and he was completely wild. It was funny, actually, because we hadn't expected him, today. It wasn't ‘his' weekend, yet.

Mitchell and I were eating, quite casually dressed, as we'd spent a, shall we say, very satisfying afternoon in bed. I wore a pair of shorts, commando style, and Mitchell wore a velvet pair of lounge pants, also having foregone underwear. At least I wore a t-shirt, be it tucked up at the moment, while Mitchell was bare from the waist up; and we were having a fun time with dessert. Oops! Custard dripped down my left nipple and he licked it off, barely, when we heard to service entrance door slam shut. Just in time I pulled my shirt down when Kit came barreling into the kitchen.

"Dad!"

Mitchell had just enough time to remove a smear underneath his ear, and set the bowl on the table; the next moment he, Kit and his chair flew over backwards when Kit grabbed him around the neck a bit too enthusiastically.

"Kit! What... Oh shit!"

Unwittingly I spilled, and sprayed, custard over the table, just as Sienna stepped into the kitchen.

"Kit! Behave yourself. Calm down!" she yelled, rather severely, but with a smirk.

He eyes traveled to Mitchell, on the floor, and her hand shot to her mouth as she looked away. OOPS! His pants had ridden down and his whole business was showing.

"It seems we had great timing," she laughed, when he quickly corrected the little mishap.

"Oh, just super," I said dryly, winking at her.

"Sorry. We just couldn't hold him any longer. When Mitch called, to tell him the good news, well; he'd have run all the way here if we hadn't stopped him."

"It's okay," I said, snickering, "that was to be expected, I guess."

She nodded, and watched while father and son rolled over the floor, a tangle of limbs.

"Well, they've finally got what they want, thanks to you," she smiled. "Are you sure? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
At that, two pair of eyes looked up at me, very happily, from the floor.

"Well...can you say no to that?" I nodded at the two. "I can't. But...are you sure?"

"Oh, absolutely. This is what they both want and I've had Kit with me for years; now it's Mitchell's turn."

She sent Mitchell a warm smile. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes dry during that romp on the floor. Or during our romp, for that matter.

That's the problem with these softly types; they always surprise you with that crap. The beauty of it, though, is that you pretty much know instantly what they feel and think. Which, at the moment, was about as happy as two snails in a mudslide.

"You'll have to start making arrangements real soon, then. New school, all his things have to be brought here. Subscriptions need to be changed, he needs a new dentist, doctor, the whole nine yards. Like I said; you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Tay's going to quit his job, so he's got all the time in the world," it sounded from the floor.

"Heel. Lay down. Good boy," I growled, when he grinned up at me. "Hmm, this could actually work."
Sienna shook her head.

"You're nuts."

I winked at her; then I flew, rather inelegantly, from my chair because that boyfriend of mine pulled me off of it, adding me to the tangle of limbs. Then, when Kit dove on top of me with a war-cry, I began to seriously doubt that last statement of mine...

(Soon to be continued with *C*O*N*F*O*U*N*D*E*D* Part II, in which Taylan and Mitchell continue raising Kit in their own unique way, and where we'll explore Kit's (love) life.)

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