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That’s where Charlie came into being.
Memories flooded back with a wave of emotion.
His voice dropped low, giving me goosebumps. “What is it you want?”
My lie tumbling out. “For you to leave me alone.”
His arms tightened around me. “No.”
Every sound, touch, feeling we experienced. His soft lips, strong arms. Not mentioning that bitch’s name.
His dark eyes gazing into mine. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I don’t want you.”
Him calling out my lie by pulling me against him. Making out before I demanded he tell me he didn’t want me.
“Tell me you don’t want me.” Pushing him to tell me a lie. “Tell me.”
Him dropping to his knees, pulling me close, kissing my belly. My hand fisted in his hair and yanked his head back. “No.”
Henry holding up his hands in surrender. “Walk away.”
“I hate you.” My final lie before rushing him. Our clothing strewn all over, as we both struggled for dominance and making love.
“Is you okay, Mommy?” The small boy who looked like a mini Henry looked up at me.
“I am.” I scooped him up as I walked toward the house. “I need to get my scrubs on, and then we can head out. Thank you for all your help.”
“You is welcome.” He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.
Shit. Henry’s my neighbor.
“Nope. Not going there.”
His little hands grabbed my face. “Where’s we not going?”
“I’m going to work and you, sir, are going to daycare.” I leaned in and brushed my nose against his, making him giggle.
Once we were back in the house, I set him down on the small island where his pop tart sat, half eaten.
The dogs followed me down to my room and I looked down at our retired service retriever, Ellie. “Every time I think Fate will smile on me, she shits on me instead.”
She huffed and wagged her tail.
“At least you get it.” I told her as I made quick work of getting ready. Scrubs on, hair up. It’s time to be an adult.
“Ready, Charlie?” I grabbed my purse and reached for my son.
“Uh-huh. Joe, Dweeelion and me and Fankie. We build big. Um.” He motioned with his hands.
“Building?”
“Yes!” He bounced in my arms.
I got my boy strapped in and he sang along to the radio as we drove to his daycare. Leaving the car running, I got him out and walked him to the door.
Vivi’s little girl, Frankie, came running over with another little boy.
