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Sophie stood at the kitchen sink, her back to me, as she chatted with Jamey about what he wanted to do that day. My gaze locked onto the way her leggings rounded her ass, hugging her form so enticingly it was a fucking sin.
“Daddy said there’s a fair. Can we go to that?” Jamey asked around a mouthful of cereal, his bare toes pressed firmly against the marble island in front of him. “Please, Sophie? Can we please?”
“A fair?”
Jamey’s eyes lit up as he noticed me. “Daddy!” He twisted in his seat, his little feet dangling from the high-top chair, and slowly climbed down the way I’d taught him before taking off in my direction. Wrapping my arms around his small frame, I lifted him up, holding him to my chest as he giggled.
“Morning, bud.” I pressed a kiss against the side of his head, just above his ear. “Why didn’t you wake me up this morning?”
“I was busy.”
Busy? I couldn’t help the laugh that crawled up through my chest. Sophie turned to us, wiping her damp hands on the kitchen towel she’d slung over her shoulder. She raised one brow as she took in my disheveled, just-woken-up look.
“What could you have possibly been busy with?” I asked him, burying my nose in the mop of his hair.
Jamey’s voice dropped, so silent I could barely hear him. “I made something for Sophie.”
He made something for Sophie.
I pursed my lips together to hide the smile I knew I couldn’t keep down. He’d warmed to her that much already, enough to make her something? It was probably a picture he colored or some badly folded-up piece of paper he thought looked like a flower. Whatever it was, I knew it’d be adorable. I nearly flinched as I felt something inside of me crack, only a hair, but I shoved it away before it could form into a thought. Jamey had made something for Sophie. He liked having her around, he liked her watching after him.
Would it be so bad if I liked that too?
I pulled Jamey back, over-expressing my surprise with my face. “You made her something?” I whispered. He nodded quickly, ferociously, his baby teeth on full display. “That’s so nice of you. I’m sure she’ll love whatever it is.”
He wiggled his feet, asking to be put down, and I obliged.
“Sophie,” I called, watching as her gaze snapped to me and out of whatever daydream she’d been caught in. “I’ve got to get to work. I’ll pick up some pizzas on my way home?—”
“Pizza?”
Jamey’s shriek was enough to make my ears bleed. That boy loved pizza so much he would probably die for it, and I realized the fatal mistake I’d made in my exhaustion—I knew that Jamey wouldn’t shut up about pizza until he got to eat it. Poor Sophie.
“Pizza!”
I grinned as I grabbed my keys and slid my feet into my work Crocs. “Good luck with him!” I called over my shoulder.
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Ten minutes after I’d walked through the doors of the clinic and settled myself in my office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew it was Sophie without even looking. I had a patient coming in at any moment, but I couldn’t stop my twitching hand from fishing out my phone. I wanted to know what she’d said, wanted to text her back. I wanted to chat with her.
Jamey won’t shut up about pizza.
Please send help.
I snorted. I really shouldn’t have said anything about pizza in front of Jamey, but my damn filter wasn’t working very well that morning. I quickly shot back a reply.
RIP to your sanity, little voyeur.
Three little dots danced on the bottom of my screen immediately, telling me she was typing out a response. I watched them with far too much anticipation and far too little regard for the fact that my office door had opened. I only noticed when two pairs of shoes appeared in my line of sight, one heeled and one in leather loafers. I pocketed my phone immediately, apologizing for my actions, but I didn’t mean a single word of it.
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The sun was only just beginning to set as I loaded my Mercedes with three large pizzas. I didn’t know what to get Sophie and knew damn well that my anticipation to see her would only get worse if I called or texted to ask, so I’d gone with my gut and gotten her plain ol’ pepperoni.
Despite having a fairly good day at work—I didn’t have to deliver any bad news and instead only gave good news and good outcomes—it still felt like purgatory. I’d found my thoughts weaving back toward Sophie, thinking about her in my house with my son, looking forward to seeing her when I got home. It was enough to drive me insane. I’d nearly had to jerk off in the toilet at lunchtime because I couldn’t stop thinking about her goddamn ass in those leggings earlier that morning.
As I drove the short distance between my house and the pizzeria, I told myself that I’d make sure Sophie would be out of the house before Jamey went to bed. That left us two hours from the time I walked in the door until she definitely had to leave. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be alone with her. I didn’t trust myself not to cross that boundary line we needed.
