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Shawna
“Mom! Let’s go this way!” Noah pulls on my hand, leading me toward the pumpkin patch.
It’s a perfect October day—sunny and crisp but not too cold. Since it hasn’t rained in a while, the pumpkin patch isn’t wet and muddy either, making it more enjoyable. Noah woke up excited to come here today, and he’s bursting at the seams to find the perfect pumpkin. He won’t stop talking about carving it either, so I’m going to have to put on my big girl panties and get over my fear.
Noah drops my hand and runs ahead into the open patch on the hunt for the one he wants. Mom walks beside me. It’s been a tradition to come to this pumpkin patch every year for as long as I can remember. This is the same patch she and Dad always brought me to when I was a kid, and I continued the tradition once Noah was born. Mom comes with Noah and me every year, and when Dad was alive, he would join us as well. He’d help Noah choose the best pumpkin, just like he helped me when I was little. It’s one of many fond memories I have of my dad, and I can’t help but feel emotional thinking about it.
“Your dad loved coming here,” Mom says as if she was reading my mind.
“I was just thinking about him,” I say.
“You know how much he loved Halloween. He loved setting up a haunted house for you and your friends in the garage. Remember that?”
“Of course!” I smile at the memory. Every Halloween, my friends would come to my house, and Dad would turn our garage into a scary haunted house. Mom would make dinner with Halloween-themed foods, and then they’d drive us into town to go trick-or-treating. I’ve done the same for Noah, except for the haunted house. Dad was always good at setting that up, but I haven’t taken on the challenge yet.
“Mom!” Noah calls from a few yards away. “I found one!”
We make our way over to his bright eyes and wide smile, where he’s pointing down at the pumpkin that’s surely going to be too heavy for him to carry on his own. “Wow, that’s quite a pumpkin!” Honestly, it’s impressive. Perfectly round, beautiful orange, and hardly any flaws. I’d probably pick this one myself.
“It’ll be perfect for carving!”
Pursing my lips, I cross my arms and try my best to look stern. “If you really want to carve this pumpkin, I’m going to need your help with some chores. Are you willing to do that?”
Noah nods his head enthusiastically. “Yep!”
“Okay, then. Can you carry this pumpkin?” I ask. Although I’m sure he can pick it up, walking with it all the way to the cashier is another story.
Noah squats and wraps his arms around the pumpkin, then carefully stands. “I got it,” he says, obviously straining to hold on.
“How about I carry it for you, and you help Grandma carry the pumpkins she wants to get?” I take the pumpkin from him, and he nods.
“Can you carry this one for me?” Mom asks, pointing at a smaller pumpkin at her feet.
Noah walks over to her and easily picks it up. “I got it!”
Mom carries another pumpkin as well, and we make our way over to the cashier to pay.
I set the pumpkin down on the ground as we wait in line. Looking to my right, I see several vendors set up. It’s like a farmers' market, including local wineries and breweries offering tastings. Behind us, various activities are also set up for kids, including a corn maze. This pumpkin patch has it all, and it draws visitors from neighboring towns as well as Port Townsend’s residents.
“Mom, can we do some of those games after we pay?” Noah asks.
“Sure,” I reply. “We’ll go put the pumpkins in the car, then come back and check it out.”
Just as I look back toward the vendors, my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.
Nate.
He and Rob are at one of the brewery’s booths, talking to the vendor. He doesn’t see me.
“Next!” the cashier calls, pulling my attention back. I pick up the pumpkin and move forward in line. We’ll be next to pay. I can’t help but look back toward Nate, and I see him and Rob each raising a glass of beer to taste.
God, he’s a gorgeous man. I’m envious of that glass of beer his lips are touching right now. The kiss we shared yesterday was totally unexpected, and it also made me weak in the knees. It’s all I could think about on my drive home from work, and Nate was on my mind all night. I couldn’t resist fantasizing about him again when I went to bed.
My clit sucker has worked overtime this week.
“Next!” the cashier calls, so I pick up the pumpkin and move forward to pay.
After completing the transaction, I lift the pumpkin once again and turn to walk away, and I nearly drop the pumpkin on the ground.
