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"Thank you, sweetie."
She grabs the bowl with leftover cake batter and sticks her finger in it. She licks it off and goes straight in for another sample. "Can we bake cupcakes today?"
"Sure, we can."
She claps her hands in excitement as her mouth is too full of cake mix to answer.
"If you get the eggs, the flour, and butter, I will make space for us to make cupcakes."
My phone rings, and I wipe my hands clean before I answer. "Simply Irresistible, how can I help you?"
A woman orders a special cake.
"Sure, no problem. Give me the details of what flavors and colors you want me to use." I grab a pen from my table and write the details on the order form. "No problem, miss? Miss Calter? Okay. Thank you for ordering, Miss Calter."
I hang up and place the order form with the others.
"Who was that, Mom?"
"Someone ordering a cake, sweetheart."
"You are the best cake baker in the world, Mom," she says while jumping off the counter and sprinting towards me.
I lift her and wrap my arms around her petite body. Then I place a kiss on her silky cheek.
"Let's bake the best cupcakes in the world."
She lets out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream as I tickle her side. After more tickling from my side and laughter from hers, I put her back on her feet.
"Why do I have to sleep at Auntie Bella's tonight?"
I kiss her forehead. "Sometimes grownups want to have time alone."
"You want to be alone with Giant?"
My lips curl up, hearing her say that nickname.
She tilts her head, and a smile shows.
"Are you going to kiss him, Mommy?"
Not expecting that question from her, I cough with wide eyes. "Why are you asking me that, sweetie?"
"Isn't that what grownups do?"
“S-sometimes…" I stammer.
She nods her head in agreement. "Will I see Giant? I want to give him one of my cupcakes. What time is he coming?"
"Eight o'clock, sweetheart."
"They're cool.This one is for Giant." Charlotte grabs one cupcake from the plate and puts it aside.
"I'll take a quick shower, and in the meantime, you pack your backpack."
"Okay."
After a quick splash and dash, I step out of the shower and blow-dry my hair. My eyes zero in on the clock. A few minutes left. I put on the new lingerie set Alisha surprised me with last night. Reluctantly, I have to admit that wearing sexy lingerie makes me very aware of my femininity. It's empowering. I let my hand slide over my bra to my hips, imagining how Nick's palms would feel on my bare skin. While I slip into a dress, my lips curl upwards as I glance at myself in the mirror. My heartbeat shifts into a higher gear when running feet and a sound higher than a screaming seagull bellows through the entire house.
