“No, you are allowing me to see who you really are, and I respect that and you,” Tim said.“The question you are not asking, or the permission you seek, I can't give you, but what I can offer you, Micah, is this bit of advice.”
Micah poured the milk into the mug and stood facing Tim.His dark eyes bore into the man and to his surprise, Tim didn't flinch.This small act made Micah relax.
“In five years, can you see a life without Alita or a life of you potentially welcoming your first child with her?”Tim said.“If she understands your Asperger’s and is willing to bear children which may or may not have the same condition, it is up to her.You're removing her choice from the equation.A woman picks their first, their husband and the father to their children.Let her make the choice, that is, if you want a life with her or some woman your father has chosen.”
Micah stated, “I receive your words, but may I make one other request?”
“Why the hell not?”
“The peachy fruit,” Micah said, arching his eyebrows.“You said Yuñior should use it to learn to please a woman with his mouth.I wish to learn this technique should she choose to gift me...with her love.”
“You mean to tell me after four years of lovers, you've never gone down on a woman?”
“Hell, no!”he replied vehemently.
“But for Alita?”
“I would be willing to give her every and anything she needs to gain her pleasure,” he said, finding himself blushing.
“You love her, don't you?”
“I also love the bones of the neck of the pig and collard greens with corny bread,” Micah said.“I need time to process how to proceed.”
Tim patted his shoulder.“My first lover took his time with me.Each interaction, we went a step further.First, was simple over the clothes action, then we moved on to hand releases, then oral, way before he actually got to penetration.”
Micah frowned at Tim.“That is entirely too much information, but I receive your words and feel violated in my mind with the potential visuals.”
“Whatever, let's go change the sheets so the young prince won't hear his leg hairs scraping against my cheap ass sheets,” Tim said, swishing his way down the hall.
Alita, awake in her room, stood at the bedroom door, having heard everything being said.Her life was with Micah Delgado.He had a path to walk and her place was at his side, but before they could move forward, there was a college to choose, a wedding, a betrothal, the Regalia, and of course, the potential matches for him as a wife.
She prayed the clothes Tim chose for her would stand up next to the choices of women chosen by the Fer de Lance and daughters of Czars with budgets to shop which equaled her annual salary.However, she had an ace up her sleeve.No one knew Micah Delgado better than she did—his quirks, preferences, and idiosyncrasies.
It wouldn't take her long to get rid of the potential brides he would meet at the wedding and the Regalia.In a way, she was looking forward to going to battle with those bitches and earning her man.Micah Delgado was hers.She planned to show him why she was the right and only choice for him.
She returned to the bed with the scratchy sheets.Tomorrow would begin the life she wanted with her guy.
“Two kids,” she said softly.“A boy and a girl would be ideal.”
