The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Four: Shut The Door





I don’t know how long we were lying there, but I know it must have been a while when I felt both of our hot sweat drying off. I was still laying on top of her, still inside of her, my head against hers, our breathing was already back to normal a few moments ago.



It felt so nice. My Lily was gently stroking my hair, then she turned her head slightly to kiss my temple. “Love you…” She whispered so low that it was most certainly a breath.



Love. I never knew what love was. How could I? I grew up with a family I never knew. A childhood that was never experienced. An adulthood that was overloaded with work and meaningless nights.



Until seven years ago.



I knew what love was then.



And it was the person next to me who showed what love was.



A person who I care about so deeply that it hurts to watch them in pain. Hurts to watch them in sadness. I just wanted to protect her, make her happy. I\'d do anything for her. Not only would I give her my life, if she wanted to, I’d give her my dignity, my pride.



I lifted my head and kissed her gently on her lips. Breaking apart, I slowly eased myself off the bed, feeling my limp cock slipping out of her. I took off the condom and pulled my trousers up a bit more to settle on my hips. Tucking myself in and zipped up, leaving the belt and button undone. I slowly walked towards the bathroom door, switching on the light, I dropped the used condom into the dustbin, then slowly walked out and towards the wardrobe. “I’ll get the nightclothes out. Want to take a shower, Lily?” She just hummed. I couldn’t help but grin at that.



I went up to the walk-in wardrobe door. I opened it, faced the wall to turn on the light switch, and I turned around.



And all I felt was rage.



Complete and utter rage.



I saw Harry.



And behind him was Jimmy.



I couldn’t trust myself to say something appropriate then. I might have said something I would have regretted. The only thing I could have trusted myself to do then was to open the door wider and shake my head sharply towards the exit of the wardrobe.



They slowly walked out, both looking guilty and their heads down.



Of course they looked guilty; they just had front row seats to their parents fucking each other senseless!



If it was just Harry, I wouldn’t be quite as mad, but Jimmy? He was nearly 5! He didn’t know ANYTHING about this. He’s much too young to know, let alone SEE it.



“Lily, look,” I said in my best CONTROLLED voice that I could manage. VERY controlled.



She turned her head around slowly and opened her eyes. Then, quickly, it shot up to a rabbit caught in the headlights. She hurriedly pulled her dress down to decent her herself in front of them.



Then, just as quickly, she got up and had a look that could kill.



I couldn’t blame her at all.



She crossed her arms tightly. “Both of you go to your rooms NOW. We will deal with you in a few minutes.” Her voice was tight with rage, just barely moving her lips to talk through clenched teeth.



They both nodded meekly and began to walk towards the door. Harry undid the lock, opened the creaking door and guided him and his brother through it, softly shutting the door behind them. Lily sighed deeply as she sat at the edge of the bed, closing her eyes tiredly. “What are we going to do, Severus? What are we going to say to them?”



I also sighed deeply as I went back into the wardrobe to get a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. I grabbed one, undid my trousers, and let it fall to the ground and slipped on the bottoms. “Don’t worry, Petal. I’ll talk to them both. You just go have a bath and relax, ok?” I walked up to her, lifted her chin with my right hand, and gave her a chaste, but loving kiss on her lips. “I’ll take care of everything.” I smiled a little to encourage her.



“You sure, Sev?”



I nodded.



“Just go easy on Jimmy; he’s still a little boy.”



“Don’t worry, I will.” I went up to the door, opened it, went into the hallway, and closed it softly behind me. I took a deep breath in, and let it out loudly.



Who to go to first and WHAT was I going to say to them?



To Jimmy especially!



‘Hey son, don’t worry about what you saw back there. It\'s all perfectly natural. Even if your mother did scream and swear when I put my pee pee into her pee pee hole.’



I think not.



Gods, why did this have to happen? I thought.



I walked down the long hallway until I finally came up to Jimmy’s bedroom door.



I took another deep sigh and knocked twice.



When I opened the brown oak door, Jimmy was tucked into his Power Ranger bed facing the curtained closed window. Looking around the room, it showed he was a complete Power Ranger fanatic. Besides the few cars and games scattered about.



I closed the door, switched the light on, and walked up to his single bed. I sat down softly and placed my right hand on his small shoulder.



“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m so sor-ry,” he was shaking now. He was crying little sobs. I never had been angry with him, never with rage like this. But I wasn’t angry with HIM.



I turned him around and held him gently in my arms, pulling him close to my bare chest, feeling his tears on my skin. “Shush, my little boy, don’t cry. It\'s all right. Daddy’s not mad with you. It\'s ok,” I soothingly said. I didn’t want to see my little boy cry. Not over this.



“B-but, I l-looked for the p-p-preasent, Daddy! I’m not s-s’pose too! And I got Harry in trouble!”



I rubbed his back more, trying to comfort him with my touch. Harry in trouble? Oh yes, he’s in trouble, but not because of the present. He was old enough to KNOW what’s going on and should have tried to come clean in the first place, not hide and let Jimmy see what we were doing! “Its not your fault, Jimmy. Harry’s not in trouble because of you”



Jimmy looked up at me with his red, teary eyes. “He’s n-not in trouble?” He hiccupped.



I looked into his watery gaze and stroked his fringe away from his eyes. I sighed a little, bracing myself to explain why it was not his fault. “He’s in trouble, little one, but not because of the present…”



Jimmy gave me a puzzled look. “But why? I told him to come and help me look for the present!”



“It\'s not the present, Jimmy. You see, when two people lo-”



“Is it \'cause he told me to close my eyes and covered my ears with clothes?”



The what now??? Now I WAS confused. “Jimmy? Explain please…”



“Harry told me to turn around and close my eyes really tightly, then covered my eyes with my hands. Then he put some of your jumpers over my ears and closed them really tightly. He told me not to do anything until he told me too…”



Now that was unexpected. But delightfully unexpected. “Did you hear anything, son…?"



He shook his head.



I smiled now with relief. “He’s not in deep trouble, Jimmy. He’ll just be grounded for a week, that’s all.”



Jimmy nodded. “Ok, daddy, but...what about me?” He looked down now, but at least his sobs had stopped.



I thought, Hmm. What can I do? I know! “No sweets and dessert for a week.”



Jimmy pouted, but excepted his HORRIABLE fate.



“Go to sleep, son, it\'s past your bed time.” I laid him back in his bed and tucked him up, kissed him softly on his forehead, then pecked him on his cute little button nose. “Goodnight.” I walked towards the door, opened it, and switched off the light.



“Goodnight, Daddy,” Jimmy softly whispered.



I smiled and closed the door quietly.



One down and one to go.



I was angry, but not as much as before. I walked towards Harry’s bedroom.



I was still angry that Harry didn’t interrupt us before it got carried away, but…He made sure Jimmy did not hear anything. I sighed tiredly. Being a parent was hard sometimes.



I was at his door. Should I have told him that I knew what Jimmy told me? Or should I have made him sweat a little?



I opened his door.



He was sitting on the side of his bed with his head down, hands crossed in his lap. I closed the door quietly behind me, then sat next to him. He still hadn’t looked up or anything. Just staring at his hands, staring with tear-stained eyes and cheeks, I had noticed.



I think he sweated enough.



I put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed up so quickly and now he was shaking.



But not crying. Just shaking like a leaf.



As if he…



No. Not this. He should know that I\'d never hurt him! I’d rather hurt myself than him. It aches to see him like this. I can honestly, to God, say that my chest just clinches when I see him upset. I’d do the same thing for him that I would do for Lily. I just wanted to protect him, anything for him. Just make all the aches and pains go away. He\'s my beautiful little boy…“Harry,” I whispered gently, trying to get his attention.



He’s shaking even more now, squeezing his eyes shut, moving his head lower. “I’m sorry, Papa, so, so sorry…Please, Pa-pa,” he gave a teary hiccupped gasp, “Forgive m-me…”



My eyes was starting to sting. I had only cried when I was a child, but seeing my boy, my Harry like this, it\'s just…“Come here, son.” I wrapped him in my arms so tightly, but not to give him pain. Just reassure him that I would never hurt him. Not if I could help it. He’s crying into my chest, his arms crossed between us. I pulled him into my lap. He was only fifteen then, still a boy.



Still MY boy.



And I made sure no one would hurt him.



I started to stroke his hair soothingly, rocking him gently as he was getting relaxed a bit more by the second, his head laying on my bare shoulder with his face tucked into the crook of my neck, his tears sliding down to my chest.



I shivered.



It was getting late and it was getting a little cold. “Jimmy told me what you’ve done, son…”



He stiffened again; he was holding his breath.



“It was better than nothing, Harry, but…You were still responsible for him. As an older brother, you should have interrupted your mother and I before it got carried away.”



He let his breath out, although a little uneasily, with a little blush creeping onto his cheeks.



He had the same blush as Lily.



But this blush, I thought, was caused by remembering what Lily and I had done. After all, who would want to see their parents doing ‘it’? “I’m not angry with you, Harry, anymore, but I’m still upset. But I do forgive you, son, just….make sure it will not happen again. And you’re grounded for a week, understood?” I moved to look into his red stained eyes.



He sniffled.



I wiped his tears away with my right hand while holding him still with my left arm around his slim waist.



“Thank you, Papa, I understand.” He kissed my cheek softly and hugged me close.



It was nice to have a moment like this with a person you care for. After all, he was my son. Maybe not by blood, but nonetheless, my son. By marriage, by law, and by heart.



He was my son.



But at that moment, it felt slightly different. It almost felt like everything was not what it seemed. I also noticed that hugs weren’t suppose to stay like this for this long, and that his finger tips were slightly caressing my back muscles. I’ve hugged him plenty of times, but that part never happened.



But that part was only a half a second that I almost thought I had imagined it. He pulled away too quickly and smiled.



I forgot about it then. I thought it was just me being tired, emotionally AND physically.



I lifted him back onto the bed and stood up slowly. I really was tired.



I gave a slight grin then gave a quick kiss on his mop of hair and whispered a goodnight. I turned around to walk a few steps until I heard his voice again.



“You still coming to the match tomorrow, Papa?” He said it quietly into the silent room. It was another timid question.



I turned sideways and smiled. He really was too innocent, sometimes. Its really was just adorable. “I won’t miss it for the world.”



He gave one of his cheeky grins now. “And I get a Big Mac after it?”



I winked. “And don’t forget the McFlurry.” I went to the door while hearing his quiet giggle.



Once I opened the door, went into the hallway, and as I was shutting the door, I heard his quiet voice. “I love you, Papa.”



But I had shut the door already.



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