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Infinity Chapter 65 - Valentine Gift
POV: Emily
Word count: 3729
February 14, 2014; 1:30 am
It was Aaron that woke me up shaking me and calling my name frantically. I was admittedly very confused and disoriented at this time of the morning; he was fully dressed and just throwing clothes at me.
“Aaron, what the hell man its 1:30 in the morning.”
“Stop arguing and get dressed we have to go now.”
“Go where?!”
“Zander just called me and he told me to get you to the hospital now. He didn’t say why but come on Ems, why else would he be calling, Alexander and Casey are already here.”
The thought that Zac was there was a good motivator and I was dressed and ready in minutes.
“What about Casey? I can’t just leave Alexander and him here without him knowing.”
“You go get in the car; I’ll wake him up and tell him he’s here alone with him.”
I didn’t argue, instead I went downstairs and got keys and wallets and whatever else I might need. He came down about three minutes later and we left. 1:45 am and the streets of Tulsa are near empty, so it allowed him to fly like hell and I wondered if I should have driven myself. He parked in two spaces and mumbled he’d fix it later, for the second time I was being ushered into the emergency room area, Aaron called Zander who yet again came and got me, but Aaron remained in the waiting room. Zander lead me to a room in the back of the department. But he stopped me at the door.
“I gave him a pain medication and he was drowsy when I came out, but he should be awake. He’s not talking to anyone Emily; he wouldn’t say a word to me.”
I nodded and left him standing there in the hallway, I had to see that this was Zac. There were heavy blankets on the bed and they had him covered up to his neck, but it was Zac. He was here and he was alive, I walked to the bed and gently sat down beside him. He looked pale but hospital lights always sucked yet his lips were also not the normal shade of reddish pink I was use too. I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers across his cheek, which felt cooler than normal. It was as soon as my finger’s touched his skin that he opened his eyes and turned my direction.
I tried my best to hold the tears back and not try to smother him myself because I desperately wanted to be close to him. I was aware that he’d leaned into my touch, which was good. But I saw the gathering tears in his eyes when it was apparent that our son wasn’t with me. I wiped them away gently.
“Alexander is fine, he’s a little sick still from being outside but he’s fine otherwise. Robert followed your request and as soon as it was clear he brought him here. He’s at home with Casey asleep.”
He didn’t say anything but I knew the facial expression was relief but the lack of talking was kind of bothersome. Zander came in and stood on the other side.
“We’re waiting for your temperature to come back up, I sent Aaron back to the house to get you something warm to wear out of here. I called the FBI agents but I told them it was better if they let you call them and tell them when to come over, I know you will want to see everyone.”
Yet, by the look on his face that wasn’t true. “Are you keeping him at all today?”
“No. I am going to prescribe an antibiotic just because his immune system is weakened from being cold and with Alexander already sick I don’t want him to get it too. As soon as his temperature stabilized then I’ll bring the papers.”
“Ok.” I said.
He left the room but I didn’t like how Zac was just laying there, the last time he’d been attacked he clung to me and now he didn’t seem to want that. But, I couldn’t be sure what Ian had done or said, obviously thinking your son was dead for a week can have a major effect and he may not even really believe me until he sees him. I sat there quietly beside him just waiting.
“Emily…”
I looked up. “Yes?”
“I would rather talk to the FBI before going home. Can you call them?”
“Yes. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes. I don’t want to be around Alexander and talking about this.”
I called Agent Stewart and asked them to come on to the hospital and assured him that Zac was the one who wanted to speak to them. By the time they arrived Aaron had arrived with clothes as well and he stepped out. Zac was still covered up anyway; Zander said a few more degrees was the goal. Zac looked at the two agents confused and then he looked at me.
“Where is Eliza?”
“She and Grant are no longer working the case, I can explain why later if you want.”
He nodded and they introduced themselves, expressed how glad they were he was here and safe. They exchanged minimal words before he asked where they wanted him to start.
“Start from when you landed last Friday.” Agent Stewart said.
Zac’s account of what happened didn’t vary and his account was the same as Casey’s until Saturday after Casey was taken away. He told them Ian had broken his band on Monday, because he couldn’t answer why he didn’t get turned on in the situation. I found that I wanted to kill Ian, just find him and kill him myself.
“Do you know why he let you go? He allowed you to see his house and you can testify against him. His messages were very adamant that you were his.” Agent Stewart asked.
“He didn’t say. I didn’t know he was letting me go really. He said it was safe to take a drive and the car was cold and he parked at the same place he took me from, told me to stay in the car and not move. I guess two hours passed before a police car found me there. They brought me here.”
“You didn’t see him leave?”
“No. He got out of the car and walked away but I never heard or saw another car.”
Zac said he didn’t know why, but my best guess was that he was hiding something and that Ian believes that Zac was his. His story in a nutshell was Ian had raped him multiple times during the week, hit him daily, and asked questions such as why he was with me, why he was with Casey and if he’d been with anyone else. He admitted he told him about Max but didn’t give him Max’s name because he didn’t want him to become a victim. What bothered me was the sudden release came because he was able to get Zac to react to him finally during a bath. Did that mean Ian had gotten through or that Zac was able to just shut off who it was to prevent more pain?
The two detectives asked clarifying questions on the house, what he remembered, and what he said. The house sounded expensive and given they said he was in debt by so much, and then it made sense a very expensively finished home would be a huge cost but the issue was, they didn’t know where this house was and neither did Zac. The detectives left about 7:30 am and Zander came in and checked him.
“Your temperature has been stable for two hours now. Do you feel ok?”
“Yeah.” He said.
“I’m going to release you then, but if you have numbness in the arms and legs then call me.”
Zac nodded and Zander left the room and I untucked the blankets from around him and got the bag. He didn’t seem to want to change with me here though.
“I’m already aware that it’s bad.”
He paused a moment and started to say something but then stopped and got up. His movements were slower and it was clear at times it really hurt and I could see why. The deep bruising was on his lower back to knees and it didn’t look pleasant. I fought to contain that anger, much like he had in 2010. I did end up helping him though, he tried twice to reach down for the pants and after that I just got them. I assisted with the socks and
shoes too. I didn’t mind, he’d had to help me a lot and it was my turn.
Once dressed we walked to the front where I signed the release papers and picked up the two prescriptions, one was an antibiotic and the other one was a pain medication, both were written by Zander. Aaron drove us to the pharmacy first and he stayed in the car with Zac while I went inside and got the two, thankfully Zander had called ahead and it was ready. Zac was quiet all the way home and once there Aaron got out and went inside quickly but Zac didn’t. It was well past time for Alexander to be awake, so I wasn’t sure what the problem was.
“What is it?”
He looked around and then at me. “The last time he saw me he was screaming for me to get him and I couldn’t even talk to him and tell him it was ok. What if he hates me?”
I walked to him and got his hands, held them tightly. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s cried for you every day this week, we’ve both cried for you. He’s asked for you anytime he sees people around that are usually around you. Zachary he loves you, he’s not going to hate you. He’s going to be really happy your home.”
“You don’t hate me?”
That was a stunning question to me. “Why would I hate you?”
“You didn’t seem shocked about Saturday. I assume Casey told you. I had to leave him with Robert and I didn’t call you, I couldn’t even help Velma.”
I brought his hands up and held them against me. “I love you Zachary, with everything that I have. I’m not mad at you for Saturday; I have no reason to be. I know it wasn’t something you wanted to do. I can’t blame you for Velma either or for leaving him with Robert. I don’t hate you and I never will.”
“Have they already done her funeral?”
“No. It’s Sunday actually. The investigators have had her a few days to determine exact cause of death. They said Monday she was shot from behind, so it’s speculated she was running away. We can go if you want.”
He nodded but he looked tired and drained. I opened the door and stepped inside, could hear Alexander in the living room with Casey, who was talking to him about the toy. It was after eight and he should have had breakfast by now. Zac came in and closed the door but stood out of sight, he was really afraid that Alexander was going to hate him. He seemed to be listening to Alexander babble to Casey but he finally came around the corner.
It took half a second for Alexander to see him and not even ten seconds later he was in his arms. Casey and Aaron both looked shocked that Alexander could move that quickly. For the first time since seeing him in the room he looked like he wanted to be touched. I was sure that picking him up had hurt, but he didn’t seem to care and Alexander was clinging to him tightly, babbling non-stop and I heard dada several times.
Casey got up and came over to them. “Welcome back. I’m glad you’re here now.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Zac walked past Casey and to the living room, sitting down carefully with Alexander and he sat in his lap, continued to talk to him and Zac listened and held him. Casey looked at me confused and I shrugged, I couldn’t explain that either.
“Have you fed him?”
“Yep. Oatmeal with bananas and milk, he’s had his medication, I cleaned his nose changed the diaper and clothes.”
“Wow, leave me nothing to do.”
I walked behind the sofa and leaned down. “I’m going to fix breakfast, are you hungry?”
For the first time since I saw him, some resemblance of my husband appeared at the thought of food and he said he was. So I went to the kitchen and fixed more than I knew I needed. Zac came to the table to eat and I was glad I fixed extra because he seem to eat forever, he didn’t mention how Ian fed him but Casey was sure it was better than he did him. Alexander sat in his lap and kind of snacked on whatever Zac offered him. When he was done he went back to the living room and sat with Alexander, who remained in his lap. I made the calls to his family to tell them he was here and he’d done been to the doctor and talked to the agents. I asked if he wanted to see them and he simply shrugged, totally off for Zac.
Casey looked at me confused and stunned at the indifference in his choices. Yet, the house filled quickly with his parents and siblings. It didn’t matter that everyone was here, Alexander wanted only Zac. He wouldn’t get more than five feet away and he only wanted Zac, not that he seemed to mind. When he did fall asleep in his lap I considered laying him down but Zac didn’t seem to mind.
Yet, he clung to Alexander he didn’t seem to really want to speak to anyone else. It seemed liked maybe his family sensed that because while they were definitely happy to see him, they didn’t stay very long and by five it was just Alexander, Zac, Casey and myself. Aaron had also gone home. We were just sitting there, Alexander was playing beside him on the sofa and Zac looked at me.
“I killed Valentines.”
I was confused. “No you didn’t.”
“You and I have done something every year, it might not have been much but I’ve also gotten you something every year.”
I slid over and moved some of his hair behind his ear. “You did not ruin Valentines, you gave me the best gift there is and that is you coming home. You’re here with us and that’s what matters. If you really want to do something, we can next week.”
He didn’t seem satisfied with that and I didn’t know what else to say or do. I remained where I was beside him because I missed him so much. When the gate bell went off he did tense a bit but Casey got up and checked.
“It’s Grant, he says he’s alone but I can see her.”
“Send him away.” I said.
Zac looked confused because the last thing he knew, we were all on good terms with one another. Casey returned after refusing to let him in and sat down.
“Why do I get the feeling I have missed something that occurred? You mentioned it earlier but you haven’t elaborated on why Eliza and Grant aren’t the lead investigators and why they were replaced.”
I explained to him what happened at the hospital and what had occurred since then with Robert and the two of them, he didn’t seem pleased with her.
“She told you that? That you wanted us to be taken and wait, you blacked out or fainted? It wasn’t like before?”
“Yes, she did. I fainted technically because I remember what happened and I was dizzy but the fainting was what worried them. Zander told me to avoid getting upset.”
“Yeah, she can stay away for a bit. But, eventually you will have to speak to her; maybe I’ll do the talking next time.”
Casey got up and declared he was fixing dinner, when we said he didn’t have too he said for us to just sit there. It was nice to just sit here with him, but he didn’t smell right. He smelled like fucking grass and his hair felt weird to me. Alexander didn’t seem to care, he’d followed him around all day including to the bathroom which wasn’t bad he needed to know how boys went to the potty. He ate better at lunch, but the high chair had to be right there beside Zac.
“It’s clear he missed me.”
“Understatement, he screamed for you every night since Saturday. I wouldn’t consider getting very far from him anytime soon.”
“Not a problem.”
Casey had fixed chicken and mixed vegetables which were really good. Zac ate with Alexander beside him and helped when he needed it. I opted to clean up so Casey and Zac could have some time without me, but the tension felt different and I wondered what had occurred. Zac took Alexander up to get him ready for bed about 9:30, he was getting cranky anyway. Casey went up shortly after and I followed suit taking Alexander’s cup of milk with me. Zac had him changed and ready for bed and he was ready for the cup. I let them have the time and went to the bedroom, still feeling weird about his behavior. He didn’t come to the room until Alexander was asleep.
“You look beyond exhausted, when was the last time you actually slept?”
“I don’t remember really. But I really want a shower first..I uh…smell like grass.”
“Bathroom’s all yours.”
He walked to the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on and then off, then the tub faucet came on. I was just going to wait here because while I wanted to help he’d been kind of distant all day. He came back into the room and got my hand, I was confused but I would follow him anywhere so I got up and followed. I just figured he needed help with clothes again, and I hated the fact it hurt him to take a shirt off or slide the pants down. The bruising didn’t look any better and I knew it wouldn’t for days or weeks. I wasn’t intending on getting in, I wasn’t sure he wanted me too. I was feeling a bit like he didn’t even want to be here. But he looked at me confused.
“You’re going to bathe with clothes on?”
“Didn’t think you wanted me to join you.”
“I do.”
It didn’t take me very long to undress and get in; I did sit behind him though and let him lean back against me. He was quiet but he felt tense and when I got the bar of soap and his loufa he seemed to really tense up.
“Zac?”
“He…uh…”
“I’m not him, I never will be.”
I lathered up the blue loufa and carefully moved it over his skin, starting with his shoulders and moving on. He was tense for a bit until he realized I wasn’t going to hurt him. I moved carefully over the areas that were sore, washing the grassy scent away. I got the shampoo and conditioner and after getting all of his hair wet I lathered it up, used my finger nails to slightly scratch the scalp and he liked that, sighed when I did and finally seemed to relax.
“There, you don’t smell like grass anymore.”
He leaned back against me slightly, content until the water got a little colder. He drained the tub and rinsed off with hot water and then he got out. I got out more carefully and dried off and he got dressed quickly, choosing another set of sweat pants and a long sleeve blue shirt. But, I found he was staring at me.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No. You just look different; you’re actually showing a lot more than I remember.”
I slipped the flannel gown on and laid down beside him, it was actually more evident when I was laying down.
“I noticed too, the pants are getting too tight, but I don’t have any maternity clothes left, I wasn’t quite expecting a second baby so soon.”
He moved his hand and let it rest right on the little pooch as Casey has said when he noticed. His thumb moved back and forth slowly and I didn’t mind, I was content really.
“When he took Casey away I wondered if I would be there for him to be born, wondered if he would ever know who I was.”
“He would have known who you are, because I would have told him every day. I would have showed him your pictures, played songs, and played videos. I would have made sure that both he and Alexander knew who you are and that you loved them.”
“Would that not have made it harder on you?”
I slide a little closer. “It would have reminded every day to call the FBI and see if there was any progress. Would it hurt, yes. It’s hurt all week. But, I would do it anyway because I know you love us.”
He hesitated for several minutes before he got a little closer to me and I moved my arm behind him letting him use my upper arm as a pillow because I knew he loved the way I smelled, the same lavender and vanilla scent. His hand remained on the little bump, his thumb slightly moving but it was slowing down.
“There were times when I thought you were there; just the overwhelming scent of lavender and vanilla would come from nowhere. I think, I’d be lost without that scent.”
I gently kissed the top of his head. “I’m always there Zachary, I’ll always be there. No matter where you are, what you’re doing, or who you’re with. I’ll always be there.”
He didn’t reply to me, but ten minutes later his hand was still, just resting there and his breathing had evened out. I left him alone, let him sleep. I too fell asleep about thirty minutes later.
Love it!
(Anonymous) 2015-11-30 12:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Love it!
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(Anonymous) 2015-12-04 07:01 am (UTC)(link)no subject
There is plans for 1 more slash scene :)
Thank you for reading! I'll have a new update probably Sunday :)
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(Anonymous) 2015-12-05 10:35 am (UTC)(link)no subject
I was thinking about putting one up around Jan/Feb 2016. If you'd like, I can send an e-mail or msg when I have a better time frame.