Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 27
Luke

 Poor Jonah.

I laid down with him, holding him in my arms while he cried. I looked at him. My poor sweet baby. He didn't deserve to be put through this, nobody did. I kissed his wet cheek gently. "I love you so much." I whispered.

"I love you too," He swallowed, took a long, shuddery breath, then forced a smile. "I think I'm done now." He said. I tweaked his nose gently.

"You look so cute in your PJs. You look about twelve," I said, changing the subject like he'd asked me too.

"I am twelve!" He lisped, giving me a cute little kiddie look.

"You were seven before," I remind him.

"I age remarkably quickly, don't judge me!" He acted all offended.

"I'll judge whoever I want to judge," I protested, winking.

"Oh yeah? Well maybe we should fight about it!" He took my hands and started play-fighting with me. We pretty much just rolled around in the bed for a few minutes, tickling and squeezing and cuddling and kissing. He squirmed away from me, giggling. Then he sighed and put his arms around me. "Why did you have to be so bloody gorgeous?"

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied, kissing his nose gently.

I meshed my hand lovingly with his and nuzzled his neck gently. "Stop it!" He giggled. "Your hair's tickling my face." He pushed his hand through my hair then smirked. "God, don't you look like your Dad when you push your hair back?" He laughed. Then he thought for a minute. "Who d'you think I'd look like, Lukey? My mum or my dad?"

"I don't know," I observerd his face. "Your mum, I reckon."

"Oh, so I look like a girl?" He teased.

"No, because your so damn pretty," I plunged to crash my lips against his.

"You know," He said, when we broke apart. "Over the past couple of years, I've been thinking of looking for them. My parents, I mean."

"D'you have any idea where or who they are?" I inquired, interestedly.

"No, but I can ask the Social Services for their names," He said. "And then it just takes a bit of work and some phone calls on my part, and I'll find them. I know I will."

"Do it," I was about to tell him that if he came back with me, I was more than happy to help him, but he'd said he wanted to change the subject. He sighed.

"Blain would never let me," He said, quietly.

"Who gives a toss what Blain says?" I scoffed, involutarily.

"I'm sorry, but when you know him like I do, you definitely give a toss what he says." He chuckled softly. "But like I said... can we not talk about it?"

"Of course," I said, kissing the end of his nose gently. I paused. "What d'you want to talk about?"

"I don't know?" He shrugged. Then he sighed, snuggling closer to me, resting his head on my chest. "Maybe we shouldn't talk. Sometimes its nice to just...cuddle."

"It is nice. I love you," I kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too," He replied, quietly. He rubbed his hands on my back gently in circles. I gave him a quick squeeze.

"That's nice," I told him. "Keep doing that."

"I will do, gorgeous," He kissed my neck. "I like this... just being cuddled up with you. Best thing in the world, I think."

"Me too," I said, bending to kiss his lips.

I don't know when we fell asleep but we both did. I woke up, feeling Jonah gently ease himself out of my arms. I blinked at him sleepily. "Where're you going, baby?" I asked.

"I have to get on my way," He said, struggling out of his pyjamas. "Blain wants me back for nine." I glanced at the clock. Eight thirty.

"Well... you have time for a quick shower with me, surely?" I said. "If you're late you can blame me. I'll give you money for a taxi?"

"Er..." He looked torn. Then he sighed and smiled. "Go on then."

"Thanks," I said, kissing his forehead and leading him into the bathroom.

We showered together for about five minutes before Jonah got out and started drying himself. I blinked at him and he shrugged.

"Sorry, honey," He said. "But I really do have to get back. Blain'll murder me if I'm too late."

"Well... okay then. How much do I owe you?" I asked, flipping my wallet open.

"Luke... I don't want any money from you," He shook his head.

"Well, will Blain be happy if you turn up unpaid?" I knew that would upset it but it was the only way I could think to get him to accept what he needed.

"Probably not. Well, I normally charge two hundred for a full night, a hundred and fifty for a shag, ninety for the other stuff," He scratched his head . "But... for you... I'll knock it down a bit..."

"No, I'm not paying any less," I said. Well, at least Blain was charging a decent amount for him. I found ten twenty pound notes and thrust them at him. He took them reluctantly. "How much will a taxi back to Blain's place be?"  

"No, sweetheart, I'll walk...."

"How much, Jonah?" I said, firmly.

"Four pounds eighty," He sighed. I tried to hand him a tenner. He shook his head.

"Luke, I don't..."

"Just take it, Jo-Jo," I said, putting in his pocket for him. I gave him a long, passionate kiss, then a quick hug. "I love you."

"I love you too," He said, picking up his bag before kissing the end of my nose and turning and walking out of the room. I watched him out of the window as he walked down the path in front of the hotel and hailed a taxi.

It wasn't until the taxi sped away that I realised I was crying.

 

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