💏 --to karen, from mike! (thanks for the follow!)
fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… // @tccnidlc
No. 6: …on a falling tear.
adrenaline coursed through her veins, nerves frayed. she’d been internally panicking since the government officials had come banging on her door, looking for her SON no less! spewing nonsense about her twelve years harboring a dangerous criminal??? and to make matters WORSE, they’d been as vague as possible to any questions she’d asked. ted told her that she was overreacting, but she didn’t see how he could be so immediately TRUSTING of those people. they gave her the creeps. she didn’t trust them for a second, and the fear that they might do something to her only son only intensified all the hundred emotions she was feeling all at once.
once they got the phone call informing them of their son’s whereabouts, karen moved faster than she ever had in years. ted couldn’t drive fast enough to the school and karen had to bite back any impatient words that threatened to shoot past her lips. at least she knew he was SAFE– that’s what they said, at least, but she wouldn’t fully believe it until she saw mike for herself.
she was out of the car faster than ted could park it and going in search of their son. “ mike?! michael?! ” a second later, she spotted him, and rushed over to his side. immediately, she took him up her in her arms and hugged him tightly, pressing kisses to his tear-streaked cheeks, his forehead, the top of his head, his temple– wherever her lips could reach.
and she just held him, letting him sob into her shoulder as the relief that he really WAS okay continued to wash over her in waves. he was alive. he was safe. he was here in her arms and she wasn’t ever letting go.