Chapter 38
After setting Karl’s television and gaming systems up, Ivan dragged Jamie into their bedroom.
Jamie slammed the door closed and pulled Ivan into his arms, bringing Ivan’s head down and kissing him.
Not being silly, Ivan wrapped his arms around Jamie and pulled him closer still. Slowly, they drew apart and rested their foreheads against each other.
“I was so scared for you when Derrick said he didn’t know what would happen to you,” Jamie said softly. “I was thinking up different ways of killing him, just to make him pay for what he did to you.”
“He hit me in the face with a powder that knocked me out. When I came around, we rushed to find you. Thankfully, I used your phone to find you. When I heard Derrick scream at you to shut up, my heart soared. You were so brave.”
“I wasn’t brave, I was annoyed and angry. Can I just ask you something?”
“Anything,” Ivan said, pulling back a little.
“If you ever have to rip a throat out, can you either warn me first or do it when I’m not around, because I really will throw up.”
Ivan smiled. “I promise love.”
“Thanks,” he pulled Ivan to the bed, and they both sat down. “Ivan, how did my father die? I mean, I know Derrick killed him, he told me. He said he made my father scream.”
“He did. I honestly don’t know how he died. I didn’t look that closely. I just saw his body in one of the outhouses.”
Jamie sighed. “Am I a bad person because I’m not sad he’s dead? Does that make me horrible?”
Ivan rested his hand against Jamie’s cheek. “No, my darling. He was a drunken abuser. You’re allowed to be glad he’s dead. I don’t think any differently of you now than I did this morning. I love you, Jay, that’s never going to change.”
Jamie threw his arms around Ivan. “I love you so much,” he pulled back. “Thank you for everything you bought us.”
“I meant what I said. It’s nice to have family to spend money on.”
“Just don’t spend too much on us.”
“How will you stop me?” Ivan asked, grinning.
Jamie leant forward. “Sex, lots and lots of sex.”
Ivan laughed. “Yeah, that might work.”
“Only might?” Jamie asked, his fingers starting to undo the buttons on Ivan’s shirt.
“We might need lots of practice,” Ivan said.
“We can practice as much as needed. We’re building a life together, one mad, slightly deranged adventure at a time,” he leant forward and kissed Ivan.
Jamie couldn’t believe his dreams had come true. His brother and sister were safe, and he had his own paranormal. His own vampire. The vampire and the barista, building a life together.
The end