“Why do you want to work,” He asks, rubbing my back.
“So, I have some money, and to help you,” I say.
“Baby, I don’t want you working at the diner,” He says, sinking his hands in my hair.
“Why?”
He holds my hair tight and pulls my head back. I look at him, gazing into his blue eyes.
“Baby, listen, I have money to take care of you,” He says.
My chest constricts, and my heart pounds faster.
I believe him, but I want my own money. I want to know that I have money if I need it, without asking him for it.
I lick my lip, smiling.
“I bet you can, but I want to have my own money that I worked for,” I say. “Besides, I don’t plan on working at the diner. I want to work at a law firm as a paralegal. I worked hard to save the money and study to be a paralegal. I got the certificate from UC Davis,” I say, looking at him.
I watch his reaction to gauge his feelings, because I don’t want fucking surprises in this relationship.
He cups my cheek and smiles.
“Baby, I hear you and understand your need to feel independent, even from me. But Baby, I will always be here for you. I want to take care of you, and you can use your paralegal skills working for the MC,” He says.
“Ohhh. I need to think about it, but in the meantime, I want to work at the diner until I decide,” I say, looking at him.
“Okay, for now, that’s the plan. But I want you to consider working for the MC seriously,” He says, kissing my nose.
“Okay, I need to get my stuff. Could we do that soon?” I ask, raising my brow.
“Yeah, we can,” He says, nodding.
“But, I’m going to have to keep paying the rent until Roseanna is able to pay it or move out,” I say.
“Roseanna doesn’t help you,” He says, raising his brow.
“No, and don’t want her to live on the streets,” I say, chewing my lip.
“Fuck! We will figure it out,” He says, kissing me.
“Beau, if I live here, it’s far from the diner. I don’t have a car,” I say.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you,” He says, sliding his fingers through my hair.
“I need to go to work tomorrow morning,” I say, smiling.
“Okay, I’ll take you.”
“Awesome.”
The next day.
“Okay, Lucy, I’ll take the extra shift tomorrow. Don’t worry,” I say, nodding.
“You’re a lifesaver. Go home, you’ve worked hard,” Lucy says, smiling.
“Yes, I have to go. I need to pack up a few things,” I say, walking to the employee room.
