You’ve only felt the tip of life’s dick. There’s a lot more to go. Pull your big girl panties up and hold on. It’s gonna be a rough ride.
-Words of Wisdom
Lenore
The next day it was like the words at the diner had never happened. Griffin had done a wonderful job at hiding all those emotions he’d shown me the day before.
“What do you have to do today?” Griffin asked as he walked with me up to my front door, my hand in his.
I’d just gotten in from doing a supply run for the shop, and had been surprised to see Griffin in the store as well.
He’d followed me home without a request from me, and then kissed me silly the moment my feet hit the ground outside of my car.
I let go of his hand to reach into my purse for my keys when the front door was opened.
Remy was standing there with an odd look on his face.
I could hear his girls playing somewhere beyond the living room, and I smiled at him.
Griffin’s hand was on my back as Remy and him silently stared each other down.
“Move out of the way, Rem. I have to pee,” I ordered him, unsurprised to find my house occupied.
They were always showing up out of the blue.
Remy moved slightly to allow me entrance, but moved back over just as quickly to stop Griffin before he could come inside.
“What are you doing here?” Remy asked Griffin.
I turned around and elbowed Remy.
“Ouch,” Remy cried.
I glared at him.
“Move out of the way so Griffin can come in,” I admonished him.
Remy moved with the utmost reluctance.
Satisfied until I could go relieve my unbearably full bladder, I darted to the hallway bathroom, only to turn when I saw Maddison in it.
“Shit,” I hissed, making my way to my bathroom.
That’s where I found Macynn.
“Get out of my makeup!” I yelled at her.
Macynn was five going on thirty, and Madison was eight.
They were both little trouble makers that took after their father a little too much.
I slammed the door to the toilet and took care of business, coming out two minutes later feeling like a new woman.
“Didn’t I tell you to get out of my make-up?” I asked Macynn.
“Yep. You did,” she confirmed.
I rolled my eyes. “Then why are you currently using my eye liner as lip stick?”
She looked at the eyeliner in disgust before tossing it down.
“Nobody tells me anything!” Macynn cried. “How is a girl supposed to learn to do this if her father won’t teach her?”
I laughed.
Macynn was also a bit of a drama queen.
“Maybe when you’re ten I’ll teach you how to do all of that,” I said, washing my hands and drying them on the towels that my mother told me were only for decoration.
It drove my mother nuts when I did it.
My argument was still valid.
If I had the ‘decoration’ towels up, then what the hell was I supposed to hang my ‘non-decoration’ towels on?
“Let’s go,” I ordered Macynn.
She let out a long sigh and jumped down off the counter, following behind me as we walked back into the living room.
“Who is that? ” Madison asked from where she peeked around the corner of the hallway.
I smiled.
“That’s, umm…” I hesitated.
“Her boyfriend,” Griffin said, startling all three of us when we realized he was staring at us…and could hear our conversation.
Wait, what? He’s my boyfriend?
Holy shit!
We hadn’t spoken much after what he’d revealed about his son. He’d been lost in thought, and I’d been too worried to broach the subject anymore.
But I guess he really meant what he’d said as we were walking into the diner.
I was his.
Did that make him mine?
I’d be sure to ask him when Remy left…which would hopefully be soon.
My mother yelled from the kitchen. “Who wants to try my cobbler? It’s going to be slammin’!”
I rolled my eyes at my mother’s use of the ‘hip’ language as she liked to call it.
My mother wasn’t old…per se.
She was, however, very stuck in her ways as a Southern Lady.
She used please and thank you, said ‘bless