Chapter 18
Lena
Apparently, you should trust a man that can find you in a crowd without knowing you were even supposed to be there – life lesson.
I was still trying to recover from everything that had taken place during Christmas.
I was still worn out and New Year’s had made it even worse.
Thankfully, next year we were traveling to Maple Cove and letting them host Christmas.
“He’s going to kill me,” I said as I took in one of the vendors at the Street Fair we had during the new year.
“My dad loves you; he isn’t going to kill you.” She told me as she took in the various outfits for women. And then my eyes landed on a set of pink fluffy handcuffs.
When some woman behind us sneered. Sneered.
Umm didn’t she realize where she was also standing?
Hypocrite much?
We both turned our heads and lifted our brows, I asked, “You got a problem?”
“You're sick.” She said while jerking up her chin, her hair not moving an inch.
Raine snapped, “I think all that aqua net you got in your hair has traveled to your brain cells. Because it’s obvious you don’t have any left.”
“It’s sickening, is what it is.”
“What’s sickening?”
The woman threw her hands up, “Her father. Seriously? Y’all are what? The same age?”
Just then I caught sight of my man with our daughter in his arms, followed by Tank, Cason, my dad, Gravel, Porter, Hippie, Wes, and Philip.
I smiled wide, “He's my daddy. I love it when he puts my hair in pigtails and lays out a white button-up shirt and a red plaid mini skirt. Oh, and those black Mary Janes.”
Of course, we haven’t done that, but my man never let me down.
Which he proved in the next instance, “Precious, seriously? Thought we were keeping the role-playing to ourselves?”
“Hi, Daddy. I missed you.” I winked up at him.
Krys pulled away from his arms and raised her arms for me to take her.
I smiled, and took my baby girl, wrapping her up tightly.
Then I looked up at Storm, “How mad at me are you?”
He lifted a brow, and looked at the vendor, then looked back at me, “What scale do I have?”
I shrugged, then said, “A one to a fifty.”
He grunted, “About a fifty-seven.”
Smiling, I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.
He winked down at me, “Okay, down to a thirty-seven.”
Then I lowered my tone, “Will a blow job in the haunted house bring it down to a seventeen?”
He grinned, then nodded, “Yeah, Precious. I think it will.”
“That’s sick.” The woman snapped.
I honestly forgot about the woman standing there.
But my man being my man, looked at Krys and said, “Close your eyes for me, sweetness.”
Krys complied immediately, then Storm pulled his gun out and pointed it at the woman, “No, what’s sick is that when I put a bullet in you, your brain matter is going to cover those I cherish. And that’s not something I care to do at the moment. So do us all a favor and go away.”
Her eyes went wide as her face paled.
I snickered.
Which caused Raine to giggle, and then snorted.
We all watched the woman run away, and I shit you not, three cops found us about twenty minutes later.
One of them knelt beside Krys who was now walking but with help, and asked, “Hey there. Can you tell me what happened?”
Krys nodded, “Yeah, woman mean to momma. Daddy told go away.” Krys said with a giggle.
After ten minutes of questioning, the cops walked away, as did the woman.
And after I handed Krys over to my dad, I took my man’s hand and led him to the haunted house.
He was smiling wide with his arm thrown over my shoulders as we exited.
Catcalls and wolf whistles serenaded us.