Page 36 of Ambrosia Kisses
"Fuck, I love that sound," he mutters, pressing his lips to my crown.
I tip my head back, smiling up at him. Yeah, I can definitely stay in my little bubble for a little while longer.
"You look happy." Lucyeyes me across the picnic table an hour later, her expression serious. "Are you happy, P?"
"Yeah," I whisper, watching Ridley dancing with Lyra with a stupid smile on my face. He's so good with her, and it's clear that she adores him. He may not have been around much, but their bond is undeniable. He's a good uncle, even if he feels like he isn't. "I'm happy."
"Really happy?"
"Really happy," I confirm.
"Good." She takes a giant bite of cake, her eyes rolling. "Jesus Christ. This is so frigging good."
"Let me taste."
She snatches her plate off the table with a horrified look on her face, cracking me up in the process. "No way, Paisley Molina. Get your own cake."
"Not even a little bite?" I pout at her.
"Um, definitely not." She takes another giant bite while balancing the plate. "Their old chef left this recipe for Oliver's mom and aunts. I swear to God, the man figured out how to make an orgasm for the mouth."
"Okay, well, now I definitely need a piece of cake," I mutter, peering at what's left of the rapidly vanishing two-tiered princess cake set up next to the presents.
"Here." Oliver drops a piece in front of me. "I brought extra."
"You're my favorite, do you know that?"
"What?" Lucy gasps. "I thought I was your favorite."
"You didn't give me cake. Your man did," I retort, scooping a big bite onto the fork. I pop it into my mouth, moaning as the red velvet melts on my tongue. "Holy shit. That's really fuc…freaking good."
"Told you." Lucy scowls at her husband. "Wait. Did you just give her my extra slice of cake? I thought you loved me."
"More than life, Luce. But you wouldn't share." He drops a kiss on her forehead. "You have to share, baby girl."
"You arenotmy favorite," she mumbles, earning a playful growl from Oliver before he flattens his hand across her belly.
"How is my baby?"
"Mad that you gave away our extra cake."
Oliver chuckles again, his eyes soft as he stares at his wife. And then he glances at me. "You happy, P?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
I groan loudly. "Is everyone going to ask me that?"
"Probably," Lucy says around another bite, shrugging. "You're basically family. Everyone loves you. And we love Ridley. We just want to know that you guys are good."
"We're good," I promise. "We're figuring it out."
"Does that mean you're staying?" Lucy asks hopefully.
"Um…" I take my time cutting another bite of cake. "I don't know. We haven't talked about it."
"Paisley," she says softly.
