This chapter is the one with the suggestive adult theme in it, but as I said in the first author’s note, its not descriptive. This one also has one of those unexpected surprises in it too, but I think its explained well enough by Artemis in the story.
We walked for a while until we found a hotel, where we used their phone to contact Butler and tell him that we were safe and to meet us at the manor, and to call a taxi to take us to the nearest car rental station. From there we rented the cheapest car we could find that would fit all of us and headed back to the manor.
When we got there Artemis and Butler, who had beat us there, had to carry the kids in the house because both of them had fell asleep on the trip back to the manor.
Once the kids were asleep Artemis and I met up in the hallway. “Come on,” he told me, taking my hand. “You need to get to sleep too.”
“But I’m not tired,” I protested.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured. “Fine, then I’m sure we could find something else to do.”
We went up to his room and sat on the bed, playing checkers on his computer for a while. It didn’t last very long, though.
“You win again,” I sighed after about the fifth round.
He smiled. “You came close this time,” he said. “You almost won.”
“Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades,” I muttered, scowling at the bed.
He laughed softly, and cuffed his hand under my chin and tipped my head up. “Maybe, but I’ll still take it,” he said. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to mine.
I leaned into it, and his smile grew bigger agains my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him in closer. He kicked the computer backwards out of the way and laid down beside me. He cradled me close, pulling me in as close as possible, his lips now pressing hard into mine. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care.
He finally pulled back, but not very far. Just parting our lips enough to breathe. He rested his forehead against mine. “Holly,” he whispered. “I need to tell you something.”
“Can it wait?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “It’s important.”
“What is it then?” I sighed.
“Okay. But promise me you’ll hear me out. Make sure you let me finish before you interrupt. Please.”
“Why? Is it really that bad?”
“I promise,” I sighed.
“Good.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m just going to put this out there and get over with.”
“Artemis is your kid,” he blurted.
My eyes filled with tears. “Artemis, that’s a sick joke,” I said. I tried to pull back from his embrace, but he held me fast in his arms.
“No, I’m serious,” he insisted. “Please, don’t be mad. Let me finish.”
I said nothing.
“I told you the baby died because I knew you were going to have to leave either way, and I didn’t want to make it harder than it needed to be for you. I knew you were already struggling with it.”
“No,” I said, pulling my arms free and covering my ears. “Stop. Please. I-I can’t-”
His hand covered my mouth, and his other hand reached up and gently pried my hand off one of my ears. He leaned in so his lips were about an inch from it. “Please believe me. I’m sorry for lying to you, really. But I felt like I had to. And I was going to tell you, but when you came back it was because you needed help rescuing Samantha, and then you got kidnapped by Opal, and its kind of hard to talk to someone who’s nowhere to be found.”
“Artemis,” I said hesitantly. “Are you really serious? Please, tell me the truth.”
He pulled back from my ear, looking into my eyes. “I’m dead serious, Holly. I’m not lying this time, I swear.”
I looked into his eyes, and I could tell; he was telling the truth. “Oh, Artemis,” I said. I threw my arms back around his neck and started crying into his shoulder.
He stroked my back comfortingly. “I’m sorry, Holly. But it’s okay now. It’s okay. But can I ask something of you?”
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t tell Artemis about this. He thinks his mother is dead, and I think it’s better that way. I think it will be easier for him to keep believing that his mother is dead than to have to adjust to her being alive and being here after all this time.”
“Okay,” I said. “But now it’s my turn to ask a question. Who was that girl that Artemis was trying to bring to life a few months ago if it wasn’t his mom?”
“That was his stepmom. I was with her when she died, like, with her, with her. Do you get what I mean?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I won’t tell Artemis. I promise.”
“Thank you,” he whispered. Then he leaned in and kissed me again. And I let him.
Needless to say, after that, I let him have his was with me that night, until we finally fell asleep, me still laying in his arms.
That’s the end of History Repeats 2. Should I write a third one? What did you think of the surprises? Please R&R!