6. Chapter Six
I enjoyed seeing Lila last night. I enjoyed what we did even more. I was not expecting to get laid like that. Is she thinking of it too? Was it good for her? God, I'm pathetic. I wasn't able to get a wink of sleep last night because I just replayed the events that happened in my head over and over again.
I should call her. Yeah. That's what I'll do. It will be nice to hear Her voice. I pick up my cell phone from my bedside table and dial her phone number. It rings twice before she answers.
“Hello?” She answers.
Something is different about her voice today. There are several people in the background of the call. Is she at work? I'm positive she said she was off by now.
“Good morning, Lila. Did I wake you?”
That was dumb. I cringed as soon as it left my mouth. Did I wake you? She clearly isn't home. Way to go, dummy.
“No you didn't wake me what's up?” She laughs.
“Just calling to see if you would like to grab some brunch with me this morning.”
“Are you asking me on a date, Spencer?”
I can practically See her smiling through the phone. I can't help but to smile at the thought. She makes me happy. I'm happier than I have been in a while, and that's saying something considering I'm constantly surrounded by puppies and kittens.
“Perhaps I am, Little Masterpiece.”
“I have a better idea,” she says after a moment.
“Oh? And what's that?” I ask.
“Come to lunch to meet my family.”
Her tone is resolute. She's serious about this.
“You want me to meet your family?” I ask in slight disbelief.
This is a big step. I've met one of her brothers. Marc, I think. He was a nice guy and all, but a bit intimidating. I want to meet them.
“I do. I think they're going to love you.”
“Okay. What time and where?”
“I'll pick you up. Where will you be in two hours?”
“At the shelter, probably. I have to feed the animals.”
“I will see you there then. I have to go file this police report. Love you, bye!” She hands up.
Police report? Love you? So many things happened in that span of five seconds. Logically I know it was a slip of the tongue, but I like the sound of that. Her saying she loves me, that is.
One day I hope to hear her say that when she means it. Until then, I will earn that right. Apparently I'm on the right track too.
Circling back to the police report, what the hell? If she's at the police station, I should join her. Right? I should be there for her? I should.
Getting dressed, I grab my keys and head out. I get to the police station and park right beside her. I get out of my vehicle and lock it as I walk to the front door. Opening the door, I scan the room. I don't see Lila yet.
“Spencer?” I hear her voice from my left.
I whip my head over and smile at her. She's standing by the receptionist desk with her head cocked to the side. She raises an eyebrow.
“I should be here with you as your boyfriend, right?” I ask, walking over to her.
Her attempts to hide her hand from me doesn't go unnoticed. Are her knuckles bruised? What in the world happened last night that warranted a police report and bruised knuckles? Was she attacked?
My stomach drops at the thought of that. It couldn't have been the same assholes who came after me, could it?
“You okay, Spencer?”
“I should be the one asking you that question! Have you seen your hand? What happened?” I ask as I gently take her hand.
“Oh nothing big. Just a home invader last night.”
“Excuse me? What?”
My heart sinks.
“That's why I’m filing a police report.”
She says it so casually. She had a home invader, and she's unbothered at best. I'm the one that's bothered. No, I'm entirely more than bothered.
“Why didn't you tell me when we spoke earlier?” I ask quietly.
“Oh. It's not really a big deal. I can take care of myself,” she says with a shrug.
“I'll say. Chopping off a dude's fingers with a meat cleaver is one hell of a self-defense tactic,” a woman in uniform says as she approaches us.
“Call it a meat cute,” Lila winks at me.
She did what ? I was still trying to wrap my head around her having home invaders. Then, as it turns out, she chopped off the man's fingers ? Christ.
“After all of that, you have jokes. You never cease to amuse me Miss Blum. You're free to go,” the cop says as she takes the paperwork from Lila.
Lila turns to smile at me, but her smile falls.
“What's the matter? Are you mad I didn't tell you?”
She walks over to me and cups my face. I frown. Was I mad? Hell yes I'm mad! I'm freaking furious that people would break into a woman's home and make her feel unsafe. I'm furious I wasn't there to stop it or to help her.
“Spencer, I'm not hurt. You should see the state of the other two. I promise I'm okay.”
It does make me feel a bit better that she just walked away with scraped knuckles.
“It just bothers me that you didn't tell me what happened. I had to show up at the police station.”
“Kind of like you not telling me when they beat you up? Call us even then.”
God dammit. She got me there. I didn't tell her because it was so new. I didn't want to scare her off. Apparently I didn't have to worry about that being an issue. Now I know.
“Fine. But promise me, if anything like this happens again, you'll tell me?”
“Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
She traces an “X” over her heart. I smile and stand on my toes to kiss her forehead. It's going to be weird getting used to this. I've never been with a woman taller than I am. I love it though.
“Do you want to go grab breakfast? Mami is making fresh brotchen at the shop.”
“She's making what ?”
“Bread. It's bread,” she laughs.
“Oh. I like bread. Sounds good to me.”
We walk out, hand in hand, and I escort her to her car. She props up against the door and smiles at me.
“I'm excited for you to meet Mami. After you do, I have a gift for you. It's kind of a tradition in my family.”
The wait and my curiosity are going to kill me. I'm awful with surprises.
“And it has to wait until after I meet Mami?” I ask.
I have no idea what her mother's name is. I should probably stick to Mrs Blum. Right?
“Would you rather have it right now?” She laughs.
“I'm like a kid at Christmas,” I laugh. “Yes, please.”
“Terrible,” she shakes her head.
She pushes off of her car door and opens it. She leaves inside for a moment, and I can't help but to stare at her perfectly rounded ass. She shuffles around for a moment before pulling a black bag with something in it out of her car with her. She extends the bag to me with a grin on her face.
I can already see something frilly poking out of the bag. What is that? Pulling it out, it's a “kiss the cook” apron.
“All of us have been given an apron. It's a family tradition I wanted to share with you,” Lila beams.
“Well, I love it!”
I quickly put it on and tie it around my waist. “How do I look?”
“Perfect.”
The End.