meet
him?”
I burst out laughing at the thought of having
Will vet Jax for me. I can only imagine what an impression Jax would give him.
“No he isn’t, thankfully. And quite frankly,
the thought of having two testosterone pumped men eyeing each other up on my
behalf—doesn’t fill me with much hope of a positive outcome.”
“I’m just saying, I’ve a knack for spotting a
wrong’un—Wills gets that from me too.”
“Well then, I’m sure Wills will tell you her
verdict on her own accord. He’s a good guy.”
“Is ‘good’ good enough though? Look, we both
love my daughter and she loves the bones of you. You’re a sweetheart who
deserves to be happy. So I don’t care who this guy is as long as he treats you
right.”
“Well, thank you. That’s sweet of you. And yes,
his kind of ‘good’ is more than enough for me.”
My phone starts vibrating on the island in
front of Will as I bring him over his drink. He passes it to me and trades it
for his cup of tea. I see Jax’s handsome face lighting up the screen and my
stomach somersaults in that delicious way he is completely responsible for.
It’s a selfie of the two of us sitting on the bench in his yard, with the sun beaming
across our faces, but still failing to outshine our smiles.
Will looks halfway between curious and serious
but I do appreciate his thoughtfulness because I know it’s completely sincere.
“I’m just gonna take this.”
Will has already zoned out, reaching for his
own phone to make a call. I skip out of the kitchen and into the lounge.
A short phone call later and the excited
butterflies are fluttering harmoniously around my tummy, at the prospect of
driving over to Jax’s in a couple of hours. Hearing his voice always has the
same girly effect on me. I feel the pull to be near him, to touch him and be
surrounded by him.
That reminds me, I’ve got a cute little
surprise for him that was delivered to the doorstep this morning. I may keep
hold of it a while longer though. I don’t think I’ve got the patience for
anything that causes me to have to hold myself back tonight. I’ve said good
riddance to my period for another few weeks and I’m eager to make up for lost
time. Hallelujah!
Jax only called to ask me to pick up some
Guinness on the way over. Apparently, Jack is there and he’d picked up a load
of ingredients for Jax yesterday but now he wants to make some kind of punch drink.
The lovely thing is, he is cooking me his favourite meal tonight. He has been
marinating the meat since yesterday and if it’s his favourite meal, I’ve every
faith that it’s going to rock my taste buds. Then afterwards, he can rock my
taste buds again.
Startling me out of my dirty daydream, Will
appears in the doorway.
“Hey, you want me to bring your things down?”
“Ah yes please Will. We can take them straight
into the garage and pack up the car now if that’s okay?”
I follow him upstairs and grab the smallest
case whilst Will takes the heaviest. We make our way up and down the stairs
over a couple trips, taking everything out to fill up the car.
Job done. I shut the boot and turn to head back
inside.
“Beth, hold on a minute.” We stand on the
threshold of the garage and the look on his face makes me feel nervous. Not
frightened, but anxious for some reason. “I wasn’t trying to pry earlier. It’s
just, I care about you. My daughter may be the life and soul of a party with
plenty of friends but you’re the only true friend that she’s ever let in and
kept hold of. You’re the kind that sticks for life and that means a lot to me,
as a parent.”
“Well, you and Sonia sure did make a wonderful
child together.”
Will looks off to the side, reflectively. The
power of his presence reminds me of Jax. They have a similar energy. One that
calmly states; ‘Don’t fuck with me, my power reaches way beyond strength’
him?”
I burst out laughing at the thought of having
Will vet Jax for me. I can only imagine what an impression Jax would give him.
“No he isn’t, thankfully. And quite frankly,
the thought of having two testosterone pumped men eyeing each other up on my
behalf—doesn’t fill me with much hope of a positive outcome.”
“I’m just saying, I’ve a knack for spotting a
wrong’un—Wills gets that from me too.”
“Well then, I’m sure Wills will tell you her
verdict on her own accord. He’s a good guy.”
“Is ‘good’ good enough though? Look, we both
love my daughter and she loves the bones of you. You’re a sweetheart who
deserves to be happy. So I don’t care who this guy is as long as he treats you
right.”
“Well, thank you. That’s sweet of you. And yes,
his kind of ‘good’ is more than enough for me.”
My phone starts vibrating on the island in
front of Will as I bring him over his drink. He passes it to me and trades it
for his cup of tea. I see Jax’s handsome face lighting up the screen and my
stomach somersaults in that delicious way he is completely responsible for.
It’s a selfie of the two of us sitting on the bench in his yard, with the sun beaming
across our faces, but still failing to outshine our smiles.
Will looks halfway between curious and serious
but I do appreciate his thoughtfulness because I know it’s completely sincere.
“I’m just gonna take this.”
Will has already zoned out, reaching for his
own phone to make a call. I skip out of the kitchen and into the lounge.
A short phone call later and the excited
butterflies are fluttering harmoniously around my tummy, at the prospect of
driving over to Jax’s in a couple of hours. Hearing his voice always has the
same girly effect on me. I feel the pull to be near him, to touch him and be
surrounded by him.
That reminds me, I’ve got a cute little
surprise for him that was delivered to the doorstep this morning. I may keep
hold of it a while longer though. I don’t think I’ve got the patience for
anything that causes me to have to hold myself back tonight. I’ve said good
riddance to my period for another few weeks and I’m eager to make up for lost
time. Hallelujah!
Jax only called to ask me to pick up some
Guinness on the way over. Apparently, Jack is there and he’d picked up a load
of ingredients for Jax yesterday but now he wants to make some kind of punch drink.
The lovely thing is, he is cooking me his favourite meal tonight. He has been
marinating the meat since yesterday and if it’s his favourite meal, I’ve every
faith that it’s going to rock my taste buds. Then afterwards, he can rock my
taste buds again.
Startling me out of my dirty daydream, Will
appears in the doorway.
“Hey, you want me to bring your things down?”
“Ah yes please Will. We can take them straight
into the garage and pack up the car now if that’s okay?”
I follow him upstairs and grab the smallest
case whilst Will takes the heaviest. We make our way up and down the stairs
over a couple trips, taking everything out to fill up the car.
Job done. I shut the boot and turn to head back
inside.
“Beth, hold on a minute.” We stand on the
threshold of the garage and the look on his face makes me feel nervous. Not
frightened, but anxious for some reason. “I wasn’t trying to pry earlier. It’s
just, I care about you. My daughter may be the life and soul of a party with
plenty of friends but you’re the only true friend that she’s ever let in and
kept hold of. You’re the kind that sticks for life and that means a lot to me,
as a parent.”
“Well, you and Sonia sure did make a wonderful
child together.”
Will looks off to the side, reflectively. The
power of his presence reminds me of Jax. They have a similar energy. One that
calmly states; ‘Don’t fuck with me, my power reaches way beyond strength’
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