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“Sorry,” he huffed.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“Hi, Mr. Jonathan!” Kiyah greeted. Jonathan ducked down to find her straining against her seatbelt. She knew the rules.
“Good morning, Kiyah. We’re happy to have you and your mother here. I have a surprise for you.”
“You do?” she gasped.
“I do.”
“Mommy, may I take my seatbelt off now?”
“You may.”
She flung her seatbelt off and was by Jonathan’s side quicker than lightning.
“I thought you guys would have more stuff than this,” he mentioned once I finally found the lady balls to leave the car.
“No, I either donated stuff or put it in storage. We brought our personal effects and the bike,” I said, pointing at Rory’s motorcycle on the back of the trailer. Jonathan walked around the car to the bike trailer with the little ducklings following behind him.
“Dad, it’s so cool,” Grant acknowledged.
“Can we ride it?” Casey asked.
“No! You can’t! It’s Daddy’s motorcycle!” Kiyah cried out, throwing her arms to the side, shielding it from anyone who dared to touch Daddy’s bike.
“You’re supposed to share!” Casey exclaimed.
“Hey. Knock it off, Casey. Not everything is for you. We share toys, video games, the TV remote, and snacks, not motorcycles.”
“Snack!” Daisy squealed, clapping her hands together.
“I want a snack,” Grant commented.
“Me too,” Casey chimed in.
“Mommy, I want a snack,” Kiyah loudly whispered to me.
“Well, I guess that settles it. It’s snack time,” Jonathan chuckled. “Let’s go inside; we can unload everything later. You can put Rory’s bike in the spare garage. It’s completely empty, and we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone scratching it.”
“Thank you. Let me help you with snacks,” I offered.
“That won’t be necessary. It’s the weekend, which means you’re off. The only work you should be doing is focusing on getting you and Kiyah settled.”
I trailed Jonathan and the kids inside and observed how he corralled the kids to the handwashing station in the laundry room. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink and made a beeline to the refrigerator to find “the good stuff.” Simone wasn’t lying about the wine being amazing. It was the perfect mixture between dry and sweet, and it only took one glass to have me feeling good. I wasn’t much of a drinker in the first place, but I could use something to take the edge off.
“Fix me a glass while you’re at it.”
“Luckily for you, I was a bartender for a hot minute back in the day,” I admitted as I poured our glasses.
“I’m picturing Coyote Ugly.”
I snorted. “Not even close. I worked for a catering company while I was pregnant until I couldn’t take the long hours on my feet any longer.”
“Sounds brutal. Would you like me to make you an adult snack to accompany your wine? Some cheese and smoked meats would go well with this blend.”
“Sounds good to me.”
