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“You think you’re lucky, but it’s actually me. With everything you went through before I got here, no one would blame you for not letting me in. You could have never given me a chance to fix what I messed up. So, baby, I’m the lucky one that there was something still inside you that allowed me to love you like you deserve.”

Leaning up, I press my lips to his, lacing my fingers behind his neck, pulling us together. His hands grab the back of my thighs, giving them a small tap, letting me know what he wants me to do. I break the kiss long enough to jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. There was a time I would never have been comfortable doing this, but he has proven time and time again that he’s strong enough mentally and physically. His hands hold onto my ass, and he closes the distance between our lips. I open up for him, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke.

Parker walks toward the blanket and taps my ass when we are over it. I loosen my legs dropping from his body. As I slide down, I feel his hard dick rub over my wet jeans and stomach. His head drops as a groan falls from his lips. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t ever say sorry about getting me hard from rubbing that sexy ass body against me again,” he demands.

“Yes, sir,” I say, smirking.

“Emilee. You’re pushing my limits,” he warns. I take a step back, raising my hands up.

“I’ll be good. I promise.” My face hurts from all the smiling I’ve done in the last ten minutes.

“I’m all for being bad outside, but I do have something in that basket that is currently melting. Unless you are okay with me licking it off your already sweet pussy and you having none…” he smirks at me.

My thighs rub together, and I feel how wet my panties are. “While that sounds like so much fucking fun, I don’t want mosquito bites in places I can’t scratch in a public place, Parker.” I kick off my shoes, sitting cross-legged on the blanket. I watch as he removes his boots and pulls food from the basket. He pulls out two lemon cupcakes and a small pint of cookies and cream ice cream. Next is a candle and lighter from one of the bags I picked up. He places the single candle in the middle of one cupcake, lighting the end.

“Do not sing to me,” I say, pointing a finger at him.

“I won’t, but you have to make a wish,” he says, trying not to shake too much from the laughter he’s fighting to control.

I close my eyes tightly.I wish that I get to love this man for the rest of my life, and he never falls out of love with me.Opening my eyes, I blow the candle out just as a star shoots across the sky. There is no way in hell my wish won’t come true now. Reaching behind him, he brings out a small black and green gift bag. I pull off the tape, keeping it closed, removing the tissue paper inside. At the bottom of the bag is a little black box. As I’m about to take it out of the bag, Parker’s hands pull the whole thing away. He reaches in, bringing the box out. Before I can let my nerves get the best of me, he opens it to reveal a silver locket.

“Oh, Parker. It’s stunning,” I say around the hand covering my mouth.

“It opens,” he says, showing how to open it. “I printed out the picture we took last week and put it in here. I also may have got a saying engraved as well.”

I pull the necklace from his hand, moving closer to a candle so I can read the tiny writing.“Today, Tomorrow, and Forever.”is written in his beautiful handwriting. “Will you put it on me?”

“You don’t even need to ask.” He motions for me to turn around. I raise my hair to keep it out of his way. When he is done, I stare down at the beautiful heart laying on my chest.

“Thank you, baby. I love it so much.” I lean back into his open arms, resting my head on his chest. I don’t move as he feeds me my favorite flavor cupcake and ice cream. Once our bellies are full, he pulls out a blanket, covering us as I lay on his chest, staring at the stars.

“Best Birthday Redo Ever,” I whisper right before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Shoving the gift wrapped little black box that holds Parker’s gift into my bag, I sigh. I hate being late, and that box has made me at least ten minutes late. “Thank you,” I yell to my dad as I shut the truck door. Turning, I sprint to the doors by the main office, pulling them open. I can’t contain my excitement. I’m more than ready to see my boyfriend and watch my first basketball game. This may be my last chance to experience a high school basketball game. If we lose tonight, we will be out of the conference.

Pulling my phone out of my purse, the screen lights up, and I check to see if Parker has sent back a reply to my message telling him I was going to be late. Rounding the corner and heading down the hallway toward the cafeteria, someone yelling pulls my attention from my phone. Standing in the middle of the senior hallway is Vanessa. While she may be screaming into her phone, she is talking so fast that I can’t make out what she’s saying. I roll my eyes because whatever drama she has going on doesn’t involve me. It’s been a month, and she hasn’t said or done anything to Parker or me.

Even though I’m not worried, I can’t pull my eyes away from her ridiculous display. It looks like she is spiraling out of control. Suddenly, she stops yelling, pulling her phone away from her face. At the same time, my phone starts to ring, drawing my attention back to what I was doing. Looking down, I see My Man blinking on the screen, and I can’t help but smile. I answer and instantly hear Parker without moving the phone up to my ear. His words are very loud, bordering on yelling, “Where are you? Wait for me, don’t go inside, Em. She has a…”

Parker is cut off as my phone is smacked out of my hand. I watch it fall to the ground in slow motion. It hits the floor hard enough that the screen shatters. Looking up, I come eye to eye with the person who is responsible. Of fucking course.

“What the fuck, Vanessa?” I say. I have stared into her eyes many times over the year that I have known her, but never once has she looked as menacing as she does now. In her eyes I see pure, unbridled rage. My legs and hands start to shake from the emotions coursing through me the longer we stare at each other. My fear turns to rage. I’m pissed after weeks of nothing that she thinks she can continue with her righteous fucking attitude toward me. The smile gracing her face tells me that she thinks I’m going to stand here and let her do whatever she wants. Well, joke’s on her, she is dead fucking wrong. I might not be as strong as I once was, but I’m not the fragile little thing that was once scared of her. I’m only terrified of losing my family and Parker leaving me. And she no longer has control over them. People around us stop to stare when she screams in my face.

“Why couldn’t you just leave him alone?” She pushes me, but I don’t budge even a centimeter. When she notices that I don’t move, her face, which is already red, gets even redder. She clenches her fist beside her, a clear sign her anger is ramping up. Whispers start to break out around me, but I ignore them. “I don’t know why you were even born, Emilee. What will it take to eliminate you from this fucking existence?”

“V, I’m not doing this with you. I’m not the same girl you pushed around for months. It would be a mistake for you to keep trying me,” I state calmly because I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s pissing me off.

“Fuck you, Emilee. He was supposed to be mine. He is mine, and if I can’t have him….”

“Who is Vanessa? Parker? How do you think he was supposed to be yours? Don’t you think he has a say in that?” I shove my hands in my pocket to hide how bad they are shaking. “And what? If you can’t have him, no one can? Threatening him will not end in your favor. I will swallow a lot of shit from you, but if you hurt him, I will fucking end you,” I seethe at her. My heart is beating so fast that I’m shocked no one can hear it. Needing to calm down, I take a few deep breaths.

“I saw him first, way before he even saw your fat ass.” A sigh falls from my mouth, and I roll my eyes because I’m so tired of hearing this shit. She doesn’t stop screaming at me even though I haven’t raised my voice once. She also moves another step toward me. “Why would he want someone that looks like you when he could have someone like me? You’re so pathetic and ugly. You have to be holding something over him. I don’t believe he would willingly choose to be with you.” She continues moving until we are practically nose to nose. Her breathing is heavy and labored while I fight tooth and nail to keep mine even and calm.

“You know your comments on my looks and weight are getting really fucking old. At this point, it’s also getting repetitive. Why don’t you try to come up with some new material before you try to insult me again?” Even though I shouldn’t, I smile a shit eating grin at her. “What could I possibly be holding over him, Vanessa? I’m not conniving like you.” I smell the alcohol on her breath. There is no doubt that she’s either really buzzed or drunk. The right thing to do would be to try to calm her down or just walk away.

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