Peanut Goes to School (Elder Races #6.7)(3)

Her eyebrows went up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting dressed for school,” he told her.

The beginnings of a confused smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Sweetie, you do realize you don’t go to school until the morning.”

He gave her a serious look. “I know that.”

“So why are you putting on your school clothes?”

He toed the carpet with one bare foot. “I don’t want to be late. I thought it might be better if I got dressed now.”

Her smile faded, and she gave him a completely serious look back. Then she went to sit in the rocking chair where she would rock him when he was a baby. Since he had gotten so big, they had taken out the crib and put in a real bed, but they had kept the rocking chair.

Actually, he might still like it when Mom rocked him in the chair. Sometimes. As long as she didn’t tell anyone, and she had promised she wouldn’t.

Mom had to move Bunny out of the way. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees as she held the stuffed toy in both hands.

“Tomorrow’s a pretty big deal,” she said. “I understand if you need to wear your school clothes tonight, just to be sure. But what if I cross-my-heart promise that you will have plenty of time to get dressed in the morning, and eat a good breakfast too, and you will still be on time for school? Does that help?”

Lifting one shoulder, he admitted, “It might.”

“You can still sleep in your school clothes if you want, but if you do, they’ll wrinkle, and you might not want to wear them in the morning.”

He frowned. He wanted to wear this outfit tomorrow, not something else. “Okay, I’ll put on my pjs.”

“I think that’s a smart choice. You’ll be a lot more comfortable.” As he changed into his Superman pajamas, she petted Bunny between its floppy ears. “Can you tell me why you’re so nervous about school?”

He gave it some thought.

He couldn’t ask her if he was bad, because what if he was? And what if other people could tell that he was?

What if Mom didn’t know he was bad until he asked her, but then she found out? The hot, tight feeling came back. He had never thought of loss before Dad got hurt, but now he had. And he couldn’t lose his mom. He just couldn’t.

When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, gentler. “Liam, are you okay?”

Ducking his head, he mumbled, “I dunno.”

“Would you like to rock with me for a few minutes?”

He nodded. She sat back in the rocking chair, and as he climbed in her lap, she wrapped her arms around him. He put his head on her shoulder, and she rocked him. After a while, she handed Bunny to him, and he smiled as he looked down at the toy. He was much too big for it now, but he still liked having it around.

“Look at those legs of yours,” she said. “Look at those big feet.”

She poked him in the thigh until he squirmed and laughed. They took a moment to look at his legs. They were too long, and his feet dangled almost to the floor, but he didn’t care.

“Pretty soon you’re going to be too big to ride on my back,” she said softly.

A pang struck. He loved, loved, loved her Wyr form, and he was never happier than when she took him for rides in the forest that summer.

He whispered, “I can’t stop growing.”

Immediately, she clasped him in a tight hold. “Of course you can’t,” she told him in a strong voice. “Nor should you. We’re just going to have to flip things around. When you get big enough, I’m going to ride on your back instead.”

He started to smile. “Really?”

“Absolutely. And I will love it every bit as much. Pinky swear.” She pressed her lips to his forehead. “There aren’t any words big enough to tell you how much I love you.”

Well, space was pretty big. In fact, it was the biggest thing he knew of. He told her, “I love you bigger than space.”

Tilting her head, she smiled into his eyes. “How perfect. I love you bigger than space too.”

They rocked until gradually the tight, hot feeling eased, and he felt better. When she suggested he climb into bed, he didn’t argue, and after she tucked the covers around him, she gave him one last kiss and turned the lights out as she left.

Rolling over, Liam fell asleep almost immediately and dreamed of how delicious the warm, fresh blood from the cows had tasted as it gushed down his throat.

Chapter Two

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Mom kept her promise and woke him early enough so he could put on his favorite clothes and sit down to a big breakfast of scrambled eggs and steak with Dad.

Dad was dressed for work too, but he didn’t wear suits as often in their new home as he did when he was in the city. Today he wore jeans and a black T-shirt, although he had a stack of business papers with him at the table.

Liam bounced in his chair and waved his fork around as he talked around mouthfuls of food. Sometimes he pretended to conduct an invisible orchestra. The third time he asked what time it was, Dad got up from the table and left the kitchen area.

After a few moments he returned with a portable alarm clock, which he set directly in front of Liam’s plate with such a look at Liam that he had to giggle. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Mom was laughing quietly too.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Liam said. He had picked that one up off the Internet.