Letter (8)

(James' POV)

It was a nice day, early enough to hear the birds singing and I went to check the mail before making breakfast. I noticed something unusual that time: a letter from 'Mr. Hudson', I was confused as to why her dad would send her a letter instead of a text but as much as I wanted to open it and read it before Lilla woke up, I left it on the kitchen table and waited while I made waffles.

A few minutes later, I saw her coming in the kitchen, wearing her cute dinosaur pajamas and rubbing her eyes. "Good morning", she said.

"Good morning", I replied with a smile and gave her waffles too.

"This looks delicious, daddy".

"Thank you, love. Have some juice too", we started eating and I noticed her making a strange expression, her eyes looking straight at the other side of the long table.

"What is that?", she asked, confused.

"Ohh, the letter? I think it's from your dad but I was a little confused, who sends letters still?", I laughed.

Lilla rolled her eyes and giggled, "I know, my family is a bit strange, my dad thinks text messages are too cold, he sends handwritten letters a lot". She opened it, reading it out loud: "Dear Lilla, me and your mom are wondering how you're doing in your new house, we miss you and would love to have you come over this summer. P.S. Your boyfriend is also welcomed, we are excited to meet him. Love from Mom and Dad", she took a deep breath and rested her head on the table.

"I guess we can't say no, right?", I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't think so, no. What do you think? Will you come with me?".

"Of course, he has to meet the guy who ruined his perfect little daughter and makes her his at night...".

Her jaw dropped open and I struggled not to laugh, "James! Stop it!", she hit my arm.

I laughed, "isn't it true though?", I kissed her neck and she let out a quiet moan.

"Y-yes, but he doesn't need to know...", she nervously replied.

I nodded, "but hey, can you remind me who do you belong to?", I pulled on her hair making her tilt her head back, her eyes closed.

"Uh-, you...", she replied but that was not the answer I needed and she knew it.

I lightly bit her neck, "who?".

"I belong to you, d-daddy", she moaned, "I'm all yours".

"Good girl", I made her sit on the table and she wrapped her legs around me while I kissed her roughly. I stopped to look at her face and she bit her lip, breathing heavily, "look at you, such a mess".

She looked down, her cheeks turning red, "please touch me, daddy", she whispered.

I kissed her forehead and shook my head, "you'll have to wait, love". I grabbed her wrist, leading her to the bathroom, "we're taking a shower instead".

She whined, "but-".

"No buts!" I interrupted her, placing my hand on her neck, "just do as I tell you". Lilla nodded, following me to the bathroom. "There's my good girl".

(Lilla's POV)

After our shower, we went to our room to get dressed.

"Have you ever been to Rogerdale? It's not too far away from this city", I asked.

"I don't think so, I've only been to a few places aside from Rottlestown and I honestly don't remember how they were called, it was a long time ago", James replied.

"Ohh, I see. It's pretty noisy but I think you'll like it", I borrowed one of his shirts and laid in bed. "When should we go? Maybe next week if it's okay for you".

He nodded, "that's okay!".

"Good! I'm really excited for you to see my old room, my book collection...", I looked away, thinking about Kevin; everything in that house reminded me of him, "and maybe you could help me do something special I haven't been able to do since my brother left".

James looked at me, "of course, what is it?".

"Well, I've wanted to go to his room and listen to his songs one more time since that happened but I didn't feel brave enough to; if you were there holding my hand I could try to".

He hugged me and kissed my cheek, "I'll be there to help, baby. It'll be okay".

I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his arms, "thank you". I felt ready to hear Kevin's voice for the first time in years but I was also scared and nervous; it hurt that my dad tried to make any memories we had of him disappear, not allowing us to even pronounce his name out loud like he was some sort of demonic entity. He was an amazing person, his son, my sweet brother, the talented singer everyone loved; how could he have done that?