I stare at them in disbelief. I don't whether to laugh or cry about the situation. Maybe I'll do both. "So you mean to tell me that Greyson, my son, thought that you guys were going to kill him?"

"Yep," Reese says taking a seat at the table. "He asked when I parked the car in parks parking lot."

I look at Draven, who is still leaning on the counter. He's been there ever since they got back.

"He thought we were feeding him his last meal," Draven adds, giving me a sympathetic look.

I'm horrified right now. My poor baby thought that they were going to kill him.

"What did you tell him," I asked Draven. He just gives me a sheepish look.

"He didn't say anything. He fucking laughed," Reese interrupts.

"I might have laughed, but it made him relax. The poor kid was terrified and I don't blame him," he spats, before rubbing his temples. "I really fucking suck at this parenting thing."

He's been really pissing me off lately with the way he puts himself down.

I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He stiffens, but eventually hugs me back. "I wish you would quit putting yourself down. You're new at this. You're going to make mistakes. Nobody is perfect. Even I still make mistakes and I'll continue to. The important thing is that you learn from them."

He doesn't say anything and squeezes me a little bit harder. Just enough to let me know he gets it.

"Go lay down and get some rest." I know he didn't sleep at all last night. I felt him tossing and turning all night. And by the way he keeps rubbing his temples, I know he has a headache.

He releases his hold on me and sighs. I walk to the cupboard and grab the Ibuprofen and hand them to him. He then fills a glass with water and downs them both. "I'll see you later," he tells me kissing my forehead.

I watch as he disappears up the steps.

"I'm sorry Wren, we didn't mean to frighten him. I didn't realize until we were eating. He wouldn't speak to either of us."

Yeah, that should have raised some red flags. Greyson is an outgoing kid and loves to converse. He even talks in his sleep.

"It's alright," I sigh. "I'm going to let him relax before I go talk to him. I'll finish up with the housework and by the time I'm done he should be calm enough to talk too."

Reese nods his head. "Need any help?"

"Sure," I shrug. "The more help the better." Well for me at least.

***

Reese plops down on the couch next to me. It took us two whole hours to clean the downstairs. Why I let it get so bad is beyond me. For fucks sake, there were dishes in places I never expected to find them.

"That was ridiculous." Reese whines. "How the hell did it get that bad?"

I know how it happened, I didn't feel like doing it. All I want to do is eat and sleep.

"It got that bad because I got lazy," I tell him, truthfully. "I've just been so tired lately that I don't want to do anything."

"Isn't that what pregnancy does to a woman?"

"I guess, but I don't recall ever being this tired with Oakley and Greyson," I tell him. "I mean I was tired, but not to the point where I would sleep all day."

Reese chuckles. "If you keep it up, you're going to get fat."

Sometimes I wonder why we're friends.

I send him a glare. "You fucking idiot, I'm pregnant. I'm going to get fat no matter what I do."

"Let me correct myself, you're going to get fatter if you keep it up," he laughs loudly.

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You love me and you know it," he coos laying his head on my lap. "Pet me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. He's right. I love him dearly. I run my fingers through his soft silky dark hair. I would love to know how him and Draven get it so soft.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and concentrate on Reese's breathing as it starts to steady. One thing I've learned throughout the years is, if you ever want to put Reese to sleep just rub his head and he'll be out within ten minutes.

My mind drifts to Greyson. I wonder what is going through his mind right now. Is he still scared? If I went up there to talked to him, would he talk to me or would he push me away? I have no clue what to do.

I lift Reese's head up off my lap and place it gently on the couch and head up the stairs. Regardless of how he feels, we still need to talk. I need to know that he is okay.

I reach his door and knock on it before entering. He is laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey."

"Hey," he says back, keeping his eyes trained on the ceiling.

"What ya up too?" I ask, taking a seat on his bed. He looks so relaxed with his hands placed behind his head.

"Nothing, just chilling," he says in a monotone voice.

I lay next to him on his bed and look up at the ceiling. "Want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head. "Not really."

I really don't like how short he's being with me. "You would tell me if you weren't okay, right?"

He turns his head to look at me. I search his face, looking for any signs of distress, but don't see any. "You know I would," he tells me with a serious look.

He smirks. "I never realized how much I actually loved you, until I thought I was going to die," he says out of nowhere, taking me by surprise. "I was so scared I wasn't going to see you again."

My heart squeezes in my chest and tears begin to form in my eyes.

"I know I don't say it as often as I should, but I want you to know, I love you."

That was all it took to push me over the edge. Greyson and I have had a lot of heart to heart talks, but none of them compared to this one.

He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

If he thinks these are sad tears, he is mistaken. "That was the most beautiful think you have ever said to me," I managed to say through my sobs. "Maybe I should have had them scare you a long time ago."

"Ha..ha..ha, very funny," he smirks. "I didn't know what to do. I thought about running, but Reese would have caught me."

He is something else.

"I can't believe you actually thought they would hurt you," I laugh, wiping the tears away. "What on earth made you even think that anyway?"

He chuckles, laying back down. "Well," he sighs. "All the signs of being murdered were there. They asked me to go shopping, then they bought me Chinese and drove me to the park. Every thing leading up to the moment pointed to that."

He really does have an overactive imagination that's for sure. "I think you need to lay off the horror movies for a while," I joke, ruffling his hair.

"Why do you think I'm just laying here? My mind needs a break."

"Yeah, mind too."

We both lay there in comfortable silence, just staring up at the ceiling. I'm really glad that him and I had this talk. Hopefully now we can have a better relationship.

"Now if I could only get your sister to open up to me, we could be one big happy family."

It would be nice to be able to have a heart to heart conversation with Oakley. I really hate fighting with her.

"I told you, it's hormones," Greyson says, reminding me of our little conversation awhile back. "Don't worry mom, she loves you too, she just has a funny way of showing it. She'll come around."

I decided it was time for me to take my leave and kiss him on his cheek. "I'm going to make dinner, I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay. I love you."

I smile, I could get use to this. "And I love you."

I close his door behind me and look down the hall towards Oakley's room. Hopefully one day she could forgive me.