Surprise Treat

Getting home, it is nearly four. Walking in, Jackson is cooking tea while the girls are sitting and playing in the playroom. Jackson turns and smiles as we walk through the door.

“How did it go, Kitten?” Wiping his hands, he walks towards me, his arms wrapping around me as his lips press against mine. He seems happier.

“Good, it helped as always, so thank you for making me realise I needed to speak to someone about everything.”

Kissing him back, I smile. I need to now help him move on, help him realise it isn’t his fault and he needs to stop blaming himself. I would say Marcus as well but I don’t think that would be such a good idea.

“Do me a favour, Kitten. Go tell Marcus I need him, and then can you sit with the girls while we talk?”

Nodding, I walk upstairs. Reaching Marcus’ door, I stand looking at it. Do I knock? Walk in? Talk from this side. What do I do?  Raising my hand, I gently knock on the door. He doesn’t answer. Maybe I was t