“Tomorrow?” she asks, her eyes lighting with excitement.
I laugh. “No, not tomorrow, silly.” I glance at the clock, noting the time. “It’s getting late and you have school tomorrow. Run up and take a shower real quick, and then I’ll come tuck you into bed.”
“But I just took a shower yesterday,” she complains.
“No, you took one two days ago, you greasy bum.” I ruffle her shiny head of hair then grab her by the shoulders and spin her toward the stairs. “Go hop in the shower.”
“But I’ll slip!”
I see the smirk on her face and swat her butt playfully. “Get moving, wise guy.”
She runs off with a squeal, and a moment later I hear the shower running. After a quick cleanup around the house, I go to my room and lie on the bed, waiting for my turn to shower and change. I check my messages, my heart falling when I don’t see anything new from Alejandro. So I send one myself.
Me: Como estas sexy man
Then, even though a part of me wants to sit there and stare at the screen until I get a reply, I pull up Jean’s name and send her a text too.
Me: Hey. What are you up to
J: Just finished making dinner
Me: I didn’t get an invite!
Me: What did you make me
J: Fried chicken and noodles
Me: Sounds good. I just got back from taking the kids to dinner
J: And you didn’t invite me? I’m offended
Me: lol
Me: We went to a new Mexican place
J: Was it good?
Me: Fantastic
J: You’re really getting into the Spanish stuff huh lol
Me: Hey, it’s Taco Tuesday somewhere
J: lol
J: Heard any more from your Latin lover?
Me: Yep. We talk every day
J: Good. He better keep it that way.
J: I have my pliers ready to take off parts if he doesn’t
Me: lmao
J: I’m not kidding. I’m not afraid of prison
J: I look amazing in orange