Page 14 of Love's Instant Replay
“I think his status will throw its own set of curve balls that will become problematic.”
“Instead of finding issues, why don’t you just take time to enjoy the moments without pressure. Can you do that for me?”
“I will. Scout’s honor.” A smile forms when a snort sounds through the line from Grandma because I already know this conversation is about to shift.
“You talking about scout’s honor after only pledging to a lifetime supply of lip balm is crazy.”
“Lip gloss and amazing credit,” I say, grinning.
“Mhm. Just tell me you’re not speeding while your mind is preoccupied with unnecessary thoughts.”
“Nope. I’m driving slower than Morgan Freeman while he played chauffeur. I love my life and money too much to get in an accident or get a speeding ticket.”
“Well, don’t go too slow, or you’ll give those overzealous officers a reason to pull you over.”
Seeing the school sign coming into view, I bite my bottom lip until a metallic-like flavor enters my mouth, forcing me to release it.
“I’m about to pull in at the school, so I have to go, Grandma.”
“Alright. Stop by on your way home so you can tell me how it went and get one of my soul-settling hugs. You might need it to calm your spirit.”
“Now, that, I’ll definitely agree with. See you soon.”
On suddenly wobbly legs, I walk toward a smiling Kaeden and Mica, whose hazel eyes sparkle and dance with merriment upon seeing me. Kaeden is wearing a tan ball cap that hides the presence of his eyes beneath the brim, making me want to knock it off so I can see them fully. The short-sleeve brown and tan polo-style striped shirt and tan shorts, combined with a pair of tan loafers, make me again appreciate the beauty of God’s creation. The bulge in his arms showcasing the vast range of tattoos littering his arms has me wondering where the ink starts and stops on his well-defined muscular body. My eyesmomentarily linger on Kaeden’s thigh area in search of his dormant member.
“Hi, Ms. Kyelle.” Mica shrieks, breaking me out of my lingering gaze and forcing me to focus on the mini replica of Kaeden.
Mica is wearing a tan dress with matching color sandals with her little toes painted light purple, which makes me smile. Like the first time I saw her, Mica’s hair is neatly done in braids with beads dancing on the ends. Warmth fills my stomach at the knowledge of Kaeden doing a great job of caring for Mica.
“Hello, Ms. Mica. How are you doing today?”
Kaeden’s delicious-smelling cologne announces his presence as I do my best to keep my sights on Mica.
“Good. I can’t wait. I can’t wait to see what books they have here. Do you have the tickets, Ms. Kyelle? I got up early because my tummy was jumping like a frog, and I didn’t want to miss today.” Mica’s face is bright, her eyes are glowing, and her voice elevates as she shifts from side to side.
A warm smile upturns my lips at seeing how much Mica is ready for today, because I knew she would like this event. Meeting Mica the first time allowed me to see how her eyes brighten and twinkle at the thought of books. A child with that type of love for reading would always benefit from attending today’s book fair. A foreign feeling spreads throughout my extremities when my eyes momentarily disconnect from Mica to a smiling Kaeden.
“What’s good, Ms. Ky? You’ve been the cause of nonstop chatter and rushing all morning. You owe me.” The final three words of Kaeden’s statement sound like a veiled threat where the last thing I’ll do is regret the aftermath.
A shiver slides down my back as my pearl thumps and juices like Kaeden’s words are a gentle caress across my lower lips.
“Can we go in now? I’m ready,” Mica says, instantly shifting the sexually charged air around us, unbeknownst to her.
“We can. Anything in particular you’re looking for?” I ask as the three of us begin our journey toward the front of the school.
Kaeden is on Mica’s left, and I’m on her right, effectively providing a barrier between us that I need, to keep my wits and focus on Mica.
“Not really. I just want some books, and as long as they look good, then Daddy will buy them for me.” Mica giggles, causing me to join in because I have no doubt that her statement is true.
“Is that right? Do you have a limit for how many books he’ll buy you?”
“Nope, and Daddy loves reading bedtime stories, so he’ll buy me however many I want.”
My eyes shift to Kaeden, whose gaze is already on me as a panty-melting smirk upturns his lips as he shrugs without responding verbally.
“You and I have a lot in common then, Mica. My daddy is the same way with me, and I love it,” I add after breaking eye contact with Kaeden.
“Mhm. Uncle J says I’m a daddy’s girl and have him wrapped around my finger. I don’t know about that though. Daddy whups me sometimes, and I don’t think that makes me a daddy’s girl,” Mica says, and a loud boisterous laugh comes from Kaeden just as we reach the front entrance.
