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"You have to be kidding me," Rebecca scoffs when I hand them the two tickets.
"Well, I mean, someone has to stay down and watch," I shrug.
"In case what? The Ferris wheel falls? What are you going to do, catch it? Come on, Jordan, get one for yourself. Let’s get on this ride together." She nods towards the ticket vendor, and I hesitate a little.
"Come on, Daddy, let’s go. It will be fun," Skylar agrees, but adds a little caveat that puts my mind on hyperdrive.
"Skylar," I grit between the teeth.
"Well, Mommy, me, Daddy," she points to Rebecca, herself, and then me. I guess it makes perfect sense to her, but I can’t even look Rebecca in the face after that.
"What...?" I do hear is a fit of laughter from my boss.
"Oh, my goodness, that’s so cute!" Rebecca exclaims.
"Okay, what is going on?" That was not the reaction I was expecting. And that gives Skylar enough courage to continue to call me “Daddy” for the rest of the night we spend at the park, each time making Rebecca burst into laughter.
I don’t know whether to classify the night as having gone well or having been completely ruined.
From the view of having fun, it is going to be a night to remember simply because we usually can’t afford the commodity of time to go on these trips more often.
However, based on Skylar's new open nomenclature for me, it may just have been the biggest headache yet because not only was I trying to get her to stop, but my brain was also trying to understand Rebecca’s laughter each time.
Did she agree with it? Does she simply think it's funny?Whichever one it was still giving me the chills because if Skylar accepts me as her daddy and Rebecca agrees, what does that make Rebecca and me?
I have no idea how fast I’m about to find out.
As soon as we get home, Skylar is out like a light, unsurprisingly. The night was a hectic one for her and as much as she had fun, she was equally exhausted.
We, the adults, are exhausted as well, but we have a routine, one that insists on being strictly followed. The habit of one person talking the other to sleep…although, for the most part, has been my job.
Rebecca hasn’t done it once…until today. As I exit the showers I see her on my bed, already prepped for the night.
“Let me guess, you came to put me to sleep,” I chuckle.
“You did it twice for me. This is day two.” She pats the side of the bed that I’ll be on, and takes the other, reclining her back into the mattress.
I notice that she has no bra on under that peach, silky nightdress, because her soft looking breasts spread to either side when she lies, promising a cushion soft feel.
I shake it out of my head.
I would have come to join her, but I’m still fresh out of the shower. Hell, water still drips from my hair.
I make the short trip to the closet and begin to look for a way to dress myself. There’s nothing but the clothes I came with.
Damnit!
I need to remember to bring clothes here so that I can have spares.
“You know, it’s bedtime. You don’t have to wear anything to sleep,” I hear her voice quip from the room.
That gives me an idea.
A very stupid idea, that I know I would regret.
I leave the closet without any clothes…just my towel around my waist.
Rebecca stares at me wide-eyed with her words stuck inside her throat.
