Page 17 of Single Dad's Christmas Gift
She stares at the ground. Then glances at Fallon.
“Are you worried I might steal your dad?”
She giggles.
“Your dad is a little worried I might steal you away from him because I love you so much and he feels I’m better at talking to you and making you laugh.”
“Sometimes, Daddy is a little silly. I love being with you, but he’s my dad.”
“And you love him?”
She nods.
“Do you remember what Ricky wrote in the worry box in the classroom a while back?”
“He was worried about having a new dad. Last week he shared his new dad plays soccer with him every Sunday. He said he likes it because his mom was terrible at playing soccer.”
I smile.
“He got to name his baby sister, too. He listens to his mom’s tummy with his dad and talks to the baby. I think now he loves his new dad.”
“They became a new family, just like we could be.”
Evie nods. It’s a start. She’s willing to try to become a family. It’ll be up to me and Fallon to make sure we make a happy and safe home for her.
CHAPTER NINE
Fallon
I’M OUTSIDE LAYLA’S apartment on Friday night, waiting for her to answer the door. It’s ten o’clock and I’m wondering if she’s already gone to bed when the door opens.
“What are you doing here?”
She drags me inside, then checks the corridor before closing the door.
“I couldn’t wait to see you. Now that you’ve spoken with your principal, we don’t need to hide our relationship.”
She’s wearing a bathrobe that hugs her curves. Damp tendrils of hair peek out of the towel wrapped around her head. My already hard cock pulses.
“What about Evie?”
“She fell asleep around eight. The excitement of the nativity play and Christmas class party exhausted her. She won’t wake up.”
My eyes lock on the bare skin of her collarbone.
“My parents are watching T.V. I sneaked out. I’ll go back at the crack of dawn, before Evie wakes up. Or, if you’re tired, I’ll leave. You had a long day.”
I wish I didn’t sound so needy. It’s just after making love with Layla last Saturday, I want her more than before. My dickdoesn’t seem to understand the issues we had to sort out before we could get together.
“I was restless.” She lifts her arms and removes the towel from her head. Her breasts rise. Helplessly, I track the sensual glide, my body a willing slave to her charms.
She lets the towel drop and fluffs her hair, watching me.
I shrug out of my coat, not caring where it falls. She pulls me close, her hands sliding to my belt.
“Baby.” I kiss her, the taste of her mouth and the movement of her hands as she unzips me, driving me wild.
I turn and bend her over the wooden chest in the corridor. She spreads her legs and turns over her shoulder, the need in her hazel eyes almost tangible.
