'Second Chances' -Kevin x rev!Eddward

Chapter Two - Tears spilled for an Antihero

After lots of sweet everything's, hugs, cuddles and kisses. Kevin finally realized he wasn't alone and he took a breather, wiping his face to clear it of tears. After he felt ok again he looked up to thank the person who had risked their life for his son. As soon as cyan greenish blue eyes met his forest green, his breathe stopped in his chest and the tears seem to dry up completely. The words lumped in his throat as he goked at the figure that looked sort of like the shadow of the guy he once new in his past.

This person being watched closely, only smirked down at him, a look he couldn't read in their eyes as they gave a warm chuckle. "Salutations Pumkin, long time, no?"

The red-head couldn't wrap what he was seeing around his poor broken mind. This person looked just like him . . . yet it wasn't him. This guy oozed bad vibes with that snarky smirk, arrogant look, the bags under his eyes that clearly indicated more than just sleep deprived and his clothes screamed jackass.

It was like looking at himself in the mirror at one point, almost . . . so if this was indeed the him; that little geeky, weak boy he'd fallen for that had left that day plastered to the back window crying . . . he might as well had died that day along with the past.

"What! Tu as perdu ta langue?"

Kevin did not reply, he simply kept staring his mouth open slightly. Even if he had understood what the hell this guy had said, his mind had forgotten how to speak.

"Tsk, whatever, I'm heading out. Party tonight, predicted to be pleasantly gratifying."

After this guy had said that, with Double D's voice, his wonderful voice he frowned, before leaning back down, his hand stretching out to touch. On nervous, or fear, or maybe so he could pray. Kevin closed his eyes and waited for the touch that part of him begged would come, but it never came. Instead, he heard his son giggle and he opened his eyes. There before him was the boy who he had fallen in love carefully ruffling his son's hair, with such a loving gesture, before brushing a thumb over his nose just under his eyes so gently you would think Jim was made of a thin sheet of glass.

"It appears your son has Atopic dermatitis, you would know it as Eczema. His seems to be a very mild case, to which can be treated with home remedies. Here are some of the ones I use, plus what not to do. At the current age in which he is, the best temper of water should by as cold as he will allow. As he gets older and the Eczema goes away or at least does not present itself he may start taking warmer and warmer showers. The best soakings for the most comfort in easing the dry skin is a lukewarm oatmeal or lukewarm bath with a bit of milk and almond oil, until fingers and feet prune then pat dry don't rub, when you get him out. As for moisturizing the dry skin, do not smother him in lotions that have perfumes. This is because they tend to contain an alcohol base that dries the skin further, instead, use creams that contain neem oil or Aloe Vera Barbadensis Miller. When picking out and dressing him the types of textures in clothes could also irritate his skin, so be careful. A couple more things; Switch from a standard diet to a wholesome diet of fresh, organically grown fruits, vegetables, and nuts, mostly in their raw form and make sure he eats fish.

As he spoke, Kevin couldn't help but smile. Sure, he didn't look like Double D or give off a dorky vibe, but he sure as hell got all happy when talking about things he know. And before Kevin know it this new Double D stood up with a smile, turning to walk away, when he stopped short, he had one more thing that surprised Kevin that day.

"Nice to finally meet you Little Jim, the cactus loving boy."

"Bro, who was that hot piece of ass and-"

"Shut the fuck up Nat."

I snapped at him as I sat on the couch barely looking at the cartoons on the telly my son was enjoying. After he had walked away, he greeted a guy around the same age as us in leather, spikes and blonde punk hair that had ridden up in a sweet Harley motorcycle. For some unknown reason a part of me dreaded what that guy meant to him, and so I hated the guy. I hated him because he might mean something I would never get a chance to mean to this new D and part of me hated him for bringing back that insanely jealous side of me, I had long ago thought died.