One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Chase Axford turned to look at the door behind him one

last time, before he picked out his phone from his pocket.

The cold night breeze swept past his face with force, causing him to sneeze. He dialed his father’s number immediately.

Chase tapped his right foot on the ground absentmindedly, until his father answered the call.

“Chase my boy!”

He sighed wigh relief once he heard his father’s voice.

“How are you doing dad?”

“Nothing much, my boy. Just getting prepared for the big surgery.” An easy laugh escaped his throat.

“The doctor says I’ll be able to do it at midnight. I can’t exactly say I’m looking forward to it, but I just want this to be over.”

Chase clutched his phone in his right hand.

“Midnight? I’ll be on my way dad, I…”

“No, no. Go home and rest, Chase. You really need the rest. Today has been way too much for anyone, I’ll be fine.”

He narrowed his eyes on his vehicle. He wanted to believe all that his father had said, but he was too worried to do so.

“Are you sure, dad?”

“Hmm, do you believe in miracles, Chase?”

Chase corked his right brow.

“What?”

“I said, do you believe in miracles?”

Chase scoffed. He shrugged his shoulders and continued the walk to his car.

“What do you mean, father?”

“The last time I cried was when your mother died, but today…today changed something in me. I cried when I saw the twins today, my grand children, for the first time. Ever since I lost your mother, the love of my life, there has been this dark cloud over me. But today, when I saw the little girl that looked so much like my beautiful Camilia, I suddenly believed in miracles. They are possible, they can happen, my boy.”

Chase’s heart skipped more beats than once. He knew, he knew because he had felt the same rush of joy and pain, and cried as well.

He pulled the car door open and climbed into his vehicle. His father continued to speak.

“I strongly feel like today, being the 12th of January, your mother, after twenty four years, brought this miracle to us. On the exact day of her death, Chase. If this isn’t a miracle, then I don’t know what it is.” Another hearty laugh cut his sentence short.

“It is definitely a miracle, Chase. I mean, seeing my grand children today of all days gives me a good feeling. I won’t be dying anytime soon, my boy. The kids have shown me how beautiful life can actually be.”

Chase sniffed in his tears and managed a smile. Hearing his father speak like that was all he had ever wanted.

“I have spoken to the doctors, Chase. I want to live, I do not want to die. I want to live and be with my grand kids, to spend a lot of time with them, and watch them grow into beautiful people.”

“Dad…”

“Chase, please don’t be too mad at Mackenzie. She is a mother, and mothers go to every length to protect their children, even though they might seem helpless. They are more protective, more than the fathers even. Fathers might think they are strong so they are more protective, but that isn’t true. It is the mother’s that feel the urge, so strong.”

Chase tucked his free hand into his pocket and bit his lower lip gently.

“That’s not an excuse, dad.”

“Of course it’s not. Listen, I’m not saying you should forgive her immediately. I’m just asking you not to hate her, or be mad at her for long. But, I’m sure I do not have to worry about that.”

Chase frowned. Did his father underestimate his power to remain pissed?

“Why do you say so, dad?”

“When people are in love, they are very generous. So even if you decide to remain mad at her, I know that it would not be for very long, trust me. You can’t stay mad at someone you love forever.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Chase’s frown dissolved into a smile, and he chuckled lightly. His father had taken his thoughts right out of his head and formed it into words.

“You know far too much, dad. But you should rest.”

“Yes, yes. The surgery would be done before tomorrow morning, so I should wake up. When you’re coming, please bring with you my grand kids.”

Chase smiled and looked over at a tree in a neighbors house. They were yet to take down their Christmas lights.

“Yes, father.”

“But don’t let them be seen, please.”

Chase heaved a sigh. He found himself squeezing his left knee as he spoke.

“I would make arrangements so that they are not seen by anyone.” The venom in the word “anyone” was loud enough for even Chase to hear. His father understood the double meaning of the word immediately.

“I promise you, Chase. I would take care of Jeffrey and his mother. You have your old man’s word.”

“Worry about your surgery, dad.” “I’ll take care of the things that I need to take care of.” Chase sucked in a deep breath and massaged his forehead with his right fingers.

“I fell in love with his wife while they were still married, it is my cross to bear.”

“There’ll be a lot of criticism, Chase. But I figure it’s best to focus on the good in everything, especially with Mackenzie and the kids, am I right?”

Chase squinted his brows at nothing in particular.

“Yes, yes, of course.”

He was fairly surprised at how fast his father had accepted everything about the situation.

Richard Axford was so happy, he didn’t seem to care about what anyone else has to say, what the world thought. His joy had blessed him with a care free spirit.

His father’s mind was able to have a 360 degree change in less than twenty four hours.

“It’s fine, father. I have to go now, do take care.”

“Certainly, and if you were about to storm out of the house without saying goodbye, I suggest you turn around and speak to her before you leave, okay?”

Chase blinked twice in mild shock. Surely his father had not become some kind of psychic?

“Of…of course. Goodnight, dad.”

“Goodnight, my boy.”

He ended the call, held his phone in his right hand, and turned around to look at the door.

Perhaps his father was right. He had walked out of the conversation in the wrong way before.

He walked back into the house. He pushed the door open slowly, and found her seated on the couch he had left.

He moved to her and planted himself in front of her.

“I’m leaving now, Mackenzie.”

She raised her head from between her palms and nodded. Chase examined her face in the split second she looked at him.

He could see that she had been crying. Her swollen lids and glistering lashes soaked with tears were more than enough evidence.

His heart squeezed in his chest, but he had made up his mind to pay her no mind, at least for today. He walked to the door and stepped out of the house again, closing the door behind him.

However, Chase knew he couldn’t take one step further knowing Mackenzie was not alright.

“Fuck it.” He breathed out.

He pushed the door open, walked back in and headed straight for Mackenzie. In one swift motion, he pulled her up from the chair and brought her into his arms.

Once her head came in contact with his chest, Mackenzie bursted into tears. She sobbed bitterly, holding onto his shirt.

Chase’s heart did a nerve wracking somersault in his chest. He was fully aware of just how much he had missed holding her when he finally held her.

He wrapped his arms around her, locked his fingers around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. He was right where he wanted to be, where he felt most at ease; with her.

He buried his nose into the skin of her neck and sniffed her scent in. His hands palmed her back, allowing her to melt into his hold.

“Don’t think this fight is yours alone, Mackenzie. It’s us against the world. It is the both of us that went against every moral code in the book of marriage. I won’t let you suffer alone anymore, I won’t let you fight alone anymore, because you’re mine, Mackenzie. Do you hear me?” He brushed her chin with his fingers and she nodded, trying to sniff in her running nose.

Chase flashed her a small smile. Even with her red and swollen eyes, she was still so beautiful.

“I don’t have anymore tissues for you, Mackenzie. You might as well just use my shirt.”

She coughed out a small laughger despite her tears.

“Your Louis Vuitton? Hell no. My tears don’t cost quarter the price of the shirt.”

“Who cares? I’ll get all the LV shirts in the world for you to wipe your eyes with. Impractical but that’s what I can do.” Chase added.

Mackenzie’s lips spread out into a smile as she looked at him. Her grip on his shirt tightened, and he let her squeeze as much as she wanted to.

He would let her hold on as long as she wanted to.