Page 26 of Loving Violet
“Really? Will I be hairy like Dad?” Adrian asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. I chuckle at the thought. Taylor has a lot of facial hair, and his arms and legs are very hairy.
“You might be. He’s your dad, so I guess you might be like him.”
Adrian makes a face. “I hope I don’t get that weird patch of hair on my back. It’s like he’s part werewolf.”
I burst out laughing. “Well, let’s hope you skipped the werewolf gene. But seriously, we’ll get you some deodorant, and you’ll be fine.”
“Do I have to start shaving too? Like, I’ve seen Dad do it, and it looks like a pain, especially when he cuts his chin.”
“Not yet, but eventually. You’ll probably want to start with your face when you get some peach fuzz. And trust me, you’ll be excited about it when it happens. It’s like a rite of passage.”
Adrian grins. “I guess. But no hair on my back, right? I don’t want to be the kid with a fur coat.”
I laugh again. “I think you’ll be safe. But we’ll take it one step at a time. First step: deodorant.”
“Okay, okay. Can I get one that smells really good? Like those commercials where the guys are all cool and stuff?”
“Sure, you can pick out whatever scent you like. Just promise me you’ll use it every day.”
Adrian nods enthusiastically. “Deal. So, can we get one that smells like a beach? Or maybe like those fancy cars?”
“Whatever makes you happy, kiddo. Just remember, the goal is to not knock people out with your armpits.”
Adrian laughs. “Got it, Mom. No more deadly armpits.”
“Yes, please. I don’t want to die so young. I can imagine my obituary.Violet Pearson. Beloved mom of a stinky kid who killed her with his horrible smell.”
We start laughing at the same time.
“Mom, If you haven’t died from my farts, I don’t think you will die with my B.O.”
“Amen!” I say. This kid makes me so happy. I don’t know what I would do without him.
Chapter 12
Austin
“Good morning, Violet,”I greet, my voice tinged with flirtation. “You look especially beautiful today.”
Violet blushes slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good morning, Austin. Thanks. What can I get for you today?”
“I’ll have my usual coffee and a breakfast croissant,” I reply, my eyes never leaving hers. “And don’t forget, we have a lunch date today. I hope you’re ready to be impressed.”
Violet laughs softly. “I’m looking forward to it. I’m sure your plans will be amazing.”
As she prepares my order, I can’t help but admire the way she moves, her grace and confidence shining through. When she hands me my coffee and croissant, our fingers brush slightly, igniting a spark inside of me.
“See you at lunch,” I say, giving her a wink before I take a big bite of my croissant. Violet stares at me and I just smirk before I leave the shop.
As I walk to my office, I can’t help but feel elated at her reaction. This morning I woke up before my alarm went off and I felt like a little boy waking up on Christmas morning. I’ve been waiting to have this lunch date with Violet since she left my office last week. And even though I knew I’d see her later today, I couldn’t help myself and came to the coffee shop to order my breakfast. I just needed to see her. She looked so beautiful with her hair down framing her gorgeous face. She was also wearing a touch of makeup that highlighted her natural beauty, making it impossible to look away.
I wonder, if she wore the make up for me. Or I'm probably just full of myself.
The morning flies by as I work with different clients, finalizing details on various projects. But my mind keeps drifting back to Violet and our upcoming lunch. Finally, noon rolls around, and as I make my way to the Warehouse Bistro where I’ve made reservations, I receive a message from Violet. My heart races when I see her name on my phone.
Violet: Josy needs help at the coffee shop and I can’t leave. Is there a way that we can meet here?
Me: Sure. I will be there in a few minutes.
