Page 23 of Fractured
He nodded, “Yeah, they are, Sparkles. But why have the not-so-amazing one in favor of the amazing one?”
I sighed, headed to the kitchen, tagged the amazing one, his words, and then headed back to the dining room.
The moment I set the cake down, he eyed it, looked at me, then back down at the cake, and I sighed, “Seriously, Dominik?
He chuckled.
And then he moaned with that first bite.
Holy cannoli.
That moan.
All these years later, and it still made my lady bits tingle.
I knew what I was doing when I got home tonight.
I was heading straight to my shower and getting myself off with my shower head.
I shook my head at where my thoughts had been headed and then had to stifle a laugh when Ashlee moved to get a piece of the cake.
Had she not realized that no one else had made a move?
Dominik slapped her hand away, “Don’t.”
The hurt and shocked look on her face... priceless.
Then, when it was time to hand him presents, I watched as he shook his head at everything he had gotten, and then I handed him mine.
He lifted a brow at me, “Is it going to bite me?”
I snickered, “No, but I might if you don’t open it before I die of old age.”
My mom snickered; I shot her a wink.
I was glad we had our talk. I just hoped that things didn’t go back to how they had been.
Dominik smirked, then he opened the bag, pulled out the tissue paper, and I watched.
He swallowed hard, and then I watched as he breathed in deeply, and in a whisper, he asked, “How?”
“What is it?” everyone asked in different ways.
Dominik reached in and pulled out the glass case that his father’s pocket watch was inside of.
See, when his father had been alive, he always carried a particular pocket watch with him everywhere he went.
And sadly, when he passed away, Mrs. Davis had to sell some things to be able to provide for Dominik and herself.
That pocket watch being one of them.
And she had felt horrible about it, because she always thought it would go to Dominik; it was her husband’s wish.
Mrs. Davis had told me about it one evening when I was helping her with her laundry.
I had asked for a picture so I could see it.
And I had felt horrible at the time, but I had taken that picture with me that day and hid it.
