Page 173 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
She waves to both of us as she starts down the stairs.
I close the door and take my bumble in my arms. “All good?”
“All good, Oppa. You said goodbye to her?”
“I did. If you want to repair your relationships with your family, and it’s entirely up to you if you do, then I want them to like me. You noticed?”
“That you’z never say goodbye? ‘Course I noticed. You’z tell me why not?”
I kiss her forehead. “It’s not a happy story, baby. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
She tips her face up, looks at me with those deep, dark eyes that hold nothing but love and acceptance. And for the first time, I know that I can share with someone what I did, and what it cost me. Someone who will listen, and try to understand. Someone who will give me her joy, so I can find my own.
“I want to hear anything you want to tell me, Oppa. But if it’s a sad story, then you’z come up to my hive and tell me in there. That’s our safe place. Nothing bad can happen in there.”
“Baby, I made it to beyoursafe place.”
“I know, Oppa. But the best part about being the queen buzzy is I get to invite who I want into my hive. And I’z inviting you.”
I kiss the tip of her nose, her pointed chin, her soft lips. “Thank you, my bumble. I’m very, very honored to be part of your hive.”
She giggles, and grabs my hand, and drags me upstairs.
The End … for now.
