until the festival for you to be dunked. I can dunk you right here in the tub over and over again.”
The mother-daughter duo giggled and embraced as Molly rolled her eyes when Sammy thought that was an excellent idea.
“Don’t mean to interrupt happy mommy-daughter time but can we leave so I’m not late for school . . . again?” Jessica inquired as she stood with her arms crossed in the doorway.
Molly gave Sammy one last hug before lightly pushing her forward through the door before taking a long look at her oldest.
Jess was still so angry. Molly tried to clear the air a little bit when she came up last night, but Jess was in bed, turned away from her, and refused to acknowledge her presence. It was hard, but Molly respected it, and turned and left the room. She even went as far as to invite Sammy to sleep in her bed to provide Jess with all the space she needed.
To see the pain and anger so obvious on Jess’ face slashed straight through Molly’s heart.
Plastering what she hoped would be a sincere and normalized smile, she replied, “Yes, of course. Are you ready to go?”
With her hip jutted out and her bright green painted index finger tapping a beat against her crossed forearm, Jess rolled her eyes and said, “Am I ready to get out of here? Absolutely!” Then she walked away heading for the door.
The car ride to school was eerily quiet, even a usual overexcited Sammy was quiet as she looked out the back window. Molly first pulled into Jess’ school where Jess got out without even a word or goodbye. As she walked away from the car, Molly rolled down the window and spoke to her back.
“I’ll be here at two, Jess. I love you.”
Molly didn’t expect a reply or acknowledgment, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt all the same.
When she drove over to Sammy’s school, Sammy got out and happily kissed her mother. She began to head into school before turning back and saying something that would stay with Molly for the rest of her life. “She doesn’t really hate you, Mom. I think she’s just being mean to make herself feel better.” Sammy then blew a kiss and with an energetic wave, Molly watched as she skipped into school. All remnants of her injury and tension filled morning gone.
Bright beyond her years.
Molly got back in her SUV and headed over to the park. With each mile closer, her anxiety increased by monumental levels.
Shit, did it ever dawn on you to even ask him where or what time he wanted to meet?
But when she entered the parking lot, he and his Jeep were waiting for her. She pulled into the open spot next to him and tried not to stare at how good he looked. He stood against the back of his Jeep in black track pants with a red stripe down the side and a red athletic shirt. He had black sunglasses on and two water bottles waiting for him on the back spare wheel.
You can do this; it is just a walk with a friend.
Molly got out and took the few steps to where he stood. He waited with a smile; a sexy as sin smile.
“Morning! Ready to get started?”
You could probably talk me into starting anything.
“Molly?”
“Uh, yeah, absolutely.”
They fell into step with each other as they made their way to where the path began. “I brought you a bottle of water,” he stated, passing along one of the bottles.
“Thanks. I’m always forgetting one.”
They walked for a bit in silence and with each step they took, surprisingly, the awkwardness began to dissipate. She inwardly tried to calm herself by focusing on their surroundings rather than the noticeably attractive body next to her.
Warm sun rays and fluffy white clouds in a clear blue sky filled the morning. Color of the heavens was very similar to the eyes that hid behind his Oakley’s. You know the eyes that you are trying so hard not to think of. A light breeze danced through the trees that lined the path, as well as creating a wave that swept along the open fields of grass. In other words, it was a perfect day to be
The mother-daughter duo giggled and embraced as Molly rolled her eyes when Sammy thought that was an excellent idea.
“Don’t mean to interrupt happy mommy-daughter time but can we leave so I’m not late for school . . . again?” Jessica inquired as she stood with her arms crossed in the doorway.
Molly gave Sammy one last hug before lightly pushing her forward through the door before taking a long look at her oldest.
Jess was still so angry. Molly tried to clear the air a little bit when she came up last night, but Jess was in bed, turned away from her, and refused to acknowledge her presence. It was hard, but Molly respected it, and turned and left the room. She even went as far as to invite Sammy to sleep in her bed to provide Jess with all the space she needed.
To see the pain and anger so obvious on Jess’ face slashed straight through Molly’s heart.
Plastering what she hoped would be a sincere and normalized smile, she replied, “Yes, of course. Are you ready to go?”
With her hip jutted out and her bright green painted index finger tapping a beat against her crossed forearm, Jess rolled her eyes and said, “Am I ready to get out of here? Absolutely!” Then she walked away heading for the door.
The car ride to school was eerily quiet, even a usual overexcited Sammy was quiet as she looked out the back window. Molly first pulled into Jess’ school where Jess got out without even a word or goodbye. As she walked away from the car, Molly rolled down the window and spoke to her back.
“I’ll be here at two, Jess. I love you.”
Molly didn’t expect a reply or acknowledgment, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt all the same.
When she drove over to Sammy’s school, Sammy got out and happily kissed her mother. She began to head into school before turning back and saying something that would stay with Molly for the rest of her life. “She doesn’t really hate you, Mom. I think she’s just being mean to make herself feel better.” Sammy then blew a kiss and with an energetic wave, Molly watched as she skipped into school. All remnants of her injury and tension filled morning gone.
Bright beyond her years.
Molly got back in her SUV and headed over to the park. With each mile closer, her anxiety increased by monumental levels.
Shit, did it ever dawn on you to even ask him where or what time he wanted to meet?
But when she entered the parking lot, he and his Jeep were waiting for her. She pulled into the open spot next to him and tried not to stare at how good he looked. He stood against the back of his Jeep in black track pants with a red stripe down the side and a red athletic shirt. He had black sunglasses on and two water bottles waiting for him on the back spare wheel.
You can do this; it is just a walk with a friend.
Molly got out and took the few steps to where he stood. He waited with a smile; a sexy as sin smile.
“Morning! Ready to get started?”
You could probably talk me into starting anything.
“Molly?”
“Uh, yeah, absolutely.”
They fell into step with each other as they made their way to where the path began. “I brought you a bottle of water,” he stated, passing along one of the bottles.
“Thanks. I’m always forgetting one.”
They walked for a bit in silence and with each step they took, surprisingly, the awkwardness began to dissipate. She inwardly tried to calm herself by focusing on their surroundings rather than the noticeably attractive body next to her.
Warm sun rays and fluffy white clouds in a clear blue sky filled the morning. Color of the heavens was very similar to the eyes that hid behind his Oakley’s. You know the eyes that you are trying so hard not to think of. A light breeze danced through the trees that lined the path, as well as creating a wave that swept along the open fields of grass. In other words, it was a perfect day to be
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