Beat to Their Heart by Whiskey Starr

eaten. Three hot dogs, chips, some fruit, and then wanted popcorn to watch the movie. Joey was kind enough to let her wash Milo in one of the spare bathrooms so he wouldn’t smell like chlorine. Now dressed in his comfy clothes as he called them, her son was snuggling in a large armchair with the small bag of popcorn Joey had made him. When the movie started Joey watched Milo so she could shower. Once she was clean and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, she found the boys watching the movie. She smiled at it. Both seemed to be lost in the movie she had seen so many times she could recite lines.
    She was going to sit on one of the chairs when Joey held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her down so she could sit next to him. She couldn’t help but smile when he wrapped his arm around her so she could snuggle closer.
    “Thank you for today,” she said to him.
    “Nothing to thank me for. I don’t know the last time I had fun like this. Not worrying about anything, no one hounding for pictures or information. Not being pissed off at the world. Plus I got cookies out of the deal.” She laughed at his cheesy smile.
    “You sure you’re a rock star? I mean I thought you guys were all mean and tough, but you seem like a teddy bear to me.” She raised an eyebrow to him.
    “Oh, baby, that sounds like a challenge, and I am indeed. Wanna see my drum set.” He wiggled is eyebrows suggestively, but it seemed to have gotten Milo's attention.
    “You have drums. Can I see them?” Oh no, this could be bad. Milo liked music, and she could bet that if Joey showed Milo the drums he would do what any kid would do, and want to play them.”
    “Oh, Milo, I don’t think so.”
    “It’s okay, Sky. Come on, buddy, we can go play some.”
    “I don’t know how to play.” Her sweet son pouted.
    “Well it’s a good thing I know how to. Come on.” Joey seemed like an eager kid showing off his toys. She followed both of them down a few halls until Joey stopped at a door. He opened it and she was blown away. It was full of all types of musical instruments.
    “We practice here sometimes. Come on, Milo, let’s jam.” She watched as Joey set a smaller drum in front of Milo with two sticks, while he sat behind the giant set.
    Standing there, Milo watched Joey’s movements, and she too couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Each time he lifted an arm, his muscles rippled and he lost himself in the drums. He had a simple rhythm going to a song she knew. It was one on their album. Once he stopped, he looked at Milo whose mouth was wide open.
    “I know that song. Mommy and I danced to it. You played like the people on my mommy’s iPod.” Joey’s eyes moved up to her, lifting a single brow.
    “That’s interesting. Did your mommy tell you that it was me she was listening to?”
    “No, Mommy doesn’t tell me too much. She doesn’t know too many people, but the people at work. She works really hard, but she smiles more now. Is it because you are my mommy’s friend?” Coughing at her son’s statement, she wanted to dig a hole in and hide.
    “Could be, but how about you come over here, sit on my lap and I can show you some things. Okay?” Milo jumped at the chance to sit at the big drum set instead of the smaller one. It was times like these she wished she had a camera. A big bad rocker teaching her small autistic son to play drums. Who would have thought it.
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    The sky had turned dark and despite his persistence, Sky was leaving. Milo had to get to bed, though he was already asleep when he carried him out to her car. He wanted to have her wake up in his bed, he wanted to know what it felt like to hold her all night long. Making sure Milo was secure in his seat, he shut the door and looked at Sky. He hadn’t kissed her all day, and he needed her. Grabbing her by the back of the neck he took his kiss and then some. God she was like an addiction to him. He didn’t know if he could get enough. Breaking from her when he needed to