Falling For The Biker - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Sierra’s POV
Arthur stumbled forward, colliding into me. “Arthur,” I called out softly, worried.
I rubbed his back before slowly pulling him away from my body. His eyelids were barely staying open, but Arthur seemed to be fighting it. “Are you okay?” I asked, my hands on his cheeks.
He was burning up. His face was pale and filled with sweat. “I think you have a fever. You need to see a doctor,” I told him, holding him firm to help him walk out of where we stood.
Just as my foot stepped out, Arthur grabbed my arm and pushed me to the tree, gripping my shoulder. “I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head as though trying to get whatever was going on with him out.
“You don’t look fine. You look like you could pass out at any minute,” I said, turning to the side to call on Jackson.
Arthur grabbed my chin, and before I could react, he pressed his lips on mine. He pulled away with a smirk playing on his lips. “I missed that,” he slurred.
Was he drunk? I could barely tell. There was certainly no alcohol around, and we’ve been too busy to even have any drink. “Arthur, you need a doctor,” I told him, taking his arm and throwing it around my neck.
I led him out and to our seats. “I’ll need to get the keys from Dad. Wait here,” I said, but he grabbed my arm.
“I need water,” he said.
I got a bottle of water and handed it over. After taking more than half of its content, he seemed somewhat better. Jackson seemed to notice what was happening and walked over to us.
He grabbed a bottle of water, uncapping it as he took a seat across from Arthur. “When last did you get some sleep, dude?” Jackson asked.
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “Not important,” he said.
“Yeah, but you look like you could pass out any minute. Maybe we should end it here-”
“No,” Arthur quickly said before emptying the bottle.
He stood up with a sigh. “I’m going to get caffeine. I’ll be back,” he said, giving me a smile before walking away.
“You know what’s wrong with him?” I asked Jackson as we watched him walk away.
“He has not slept over a day, I’m guessing,” Jackson said.
“Why? And you seem calm about it.”
Jackson shrugged. “Arthur’s stubborn. What am I to do? Forcing him to go to bed?”
I took a seat. “Why hasn’t he slept?”
“It should have something to do with his return home. He never sleeps well with his father around,” Jackson said as he stood up. “I’m going to have some fun,”
Arthur returned soon after with a cup of coffee. He joined in the fun but would then get himself some more coffee. I wanted to stop him, but I did not know how. He sure was stubborn and was not listening.
Night time soon came, but Arthur did not change his routine. Despite the amount of coffee he had taken, he was only getting paler with each cup. When he went to grab yet another coffee, I walked over, taking the cup from him.
“That’s enough. You need to rest, so go do that,” I said.
“I don’t need rest right now. And there is really no need to,” Arthur said.
“Do you know only children act this way?” I said, trying to get him to get moving, but he shrugged.
“I call it being stubborn,” he winked.
“Uncle Arthur. Mommy,” Elvis ran over to us. “Mommy, we want to tell spooky stories,” he said, excited.
“I don’t think you should listen to one,” I told him.
I knew Elvis. He was not a good companion when it came to horror movies and stories, but a child would still want to indulge. “Why, mommy?” he pouted. “All the other kids are listening,”
“You don’t like horror stories,” I reminded him, but that flew over his head.
“I’m grown,” he placed both hands on his waist, giving a superman pose. “See?” he smiled.
“I won’t sleep with you tonight,” I said, trying to discourage him, but Elvis was stubborn.
“I believe you, little rascal. Let’s go listen to some horror stories,” Arthur said, taking Elvis’ hand.
Arthur looked over his shoulder with a grinning face. I guessed they both met their match. Back with everyone, we sat around a large campfire as everyone told their horror stories.
With each new story, it got scarier and darker. Some kids looked unfazed, but they did not matter to me, only my son. He gave me a smile that instantly told he was scared but trying to prove a point.
Arthur whispered something into his ears, but due to the space between us, I could not hear what he said. Though it seemed to have helped Elvis.
Only for a while.
A few more stories and they both got up, heading back to the car. I followed. Elvis hugged me and when I dropped to his level, he gave me a warm smile. “See mommy,” he said, and I shook my head in disbelief.
I pinched his cheeks playfully. “When did you start hiding how scared you are?” I said.
“Superman is never scared. That’s what you told me, mommy. Uncle Arthur said he will protect me too,” Elvis smiled at the man beside us.
I stood, turning to Arthur. “You made him do that, huh?” I said.
Arthur shrugged. “I did nothing but encourage him to do what he wanted. It’s not wrong,” he said.
Elvis rubbed his eyes, yawning. “Mommy, I’m sleepy,”
“Come, baby,” I said, leading him to Dad’s truck.
I helped Elvis into the back seat, covering him up as he soon drifted to sleep. The day’s activities must have truly exhausted him. I stepped out of the truck, staring at Arthur. “What?” he asked, surprised, but then it switched to mischief as he stepped closer to me.
“Can we have a little fun?” he said, leaning in, but before our lips could meet, Elvis screamed.
"Mommy!"