Page 21 of Fractured
Then I nodded.
She winked, “I’ll work on it. Okay?”
I smiled, “Thank you, Mama.”
“The ways y’all bicker are hilarious.” She said.
I snickered.
Then she winked, “What can I do to help?”
I thought about it and then asked, “Care to help me make him a cake, but instead of cherries, put strawberries in it?”
She got a look in her eyes, a mischievous look, then she nodded.
Together, we made a cake for Dominik for his birthday, which was tomorrow.
She eyed the cake, then nodded, “He’s going to hate it.”
I snickered as I started pulling out the rest of the ingredients to make the chocolate with cherries mixed in.
She lifted a brow, and I shrugged.
I couldn’t explain why I always made sure I had the ingredients on hand to make his favorite cake.
***
I pulled to the side behind a bunch of vehicles outside of Dominik’s house.
His house was about a ten-minute drive from Garrick’s.
It was white with black accents, and I loved it.
Plus, it had a tin roof.
Hearing the rain... priceless.
I even loved the little alcove that was built into the house.
It would be perfect to curl up on the little bench and just read a good book.
I smiled wistfully at that thought.
One day, one day, I would have a house like his.
I climbed out and grabbed the two cake boxes.
The one with strawberries had a note on it,For Dominik, then I tagged the bag I had his present in, closed my door, and headed up the front walk.
Ethan opened the door for me, and I leaned up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard Dominik call out, “Thank fuck.”
I stopped and looked at him, and saw he was eyeing the cakes.
I snickered, and then glanced at everyone, and felt my body lock when my eyes landed on a certain redhead who was the incarnate of Satan herself.
Ashlee Jester.
