Free A Heart for Rebel by Mia Natal Page A

into my arms and
she throws her arms around my neck as I pelt her neck with raspberries. She giggled,
pushed her warm little body into my arms, and exclaimed, “I love you so much,
Reby.”
    “I love you more,
munchkin,” I replied between raspberries.
    “What’s for
breakfast, Reby?” she asked.
    “Pancakes,
munchkin, always pancakes,” I replied. I carry her the short distance to the
kitchen and set her on the counter.
    “Bailey, I invited
someone to have breakfast with us. Is that okay?” I asked.
    “Who’s coming?”
    “His name is Wyatt
and he’s really nice,” I said.
    “Is he your
boyfriend?” she asked.
    “He’s a boy and a
friend, so yes he’s a boyfriend,” I replied.
    “Okay,” she said.
    I turned on the
radio and started gathering what I would need to make her breakfast. I get the
griddle going as I stir the batter. The next song to play on the radio is
“Footloose,” by Kenny Logins. Bailey giggled hysterically as I performed the
dance by Kevin Bacon and sang along to the song. I have my back to Bailey and
using the spatula as a makeshift microphone. I’m swaying and moving my hips and
kicking my legs from side to side and Bailey joins in skipping in circles. She’s
laughing, looking healthy and happy. The sight of her looking carefree fills me
with happiness. I closed my eyes and continue to sing and dance.
    “She’s good, don’t
you think,” I hear Bailey say. I turn around and feel my face flush with
embarrassment. Wyatt is leaning against the frame that separates the kitchen
from the living room with a goofy grin on his face. Bailey tugs on his jeans
and he looks down at her, “Yeah, she’s breathtaking and really, really good.”
    “I didn’t hear you knock,”
I said breathlessly.
    “You were busy
dancing, silly,” Bailey answered. I look at my sister and ask her, “Did you ask
who it was before you opened the door?”
    “I didn’t have to,
I looked out the window. He told me his name was Wyatt. You said your boyfriend,
Wyatt was joining us for breakfast,” she happily said. Wyatt laughed and made
his way to me.
    “Hi, pretty girl. I
woke up wanting to kiss you badly,” he whispered.
    “Bailey is here,
you have to keep the kiss rated PG,” I said with a wink. He caressed my cheek
and kissed me on the forehead. It was one of the best kisses I’ve ever gotten. It
wasn’t a kiss filled with passion, but it spoke volumes. That simple gesture
said he cared…deeply.
    After breakfast
Wyatt cleaned the dirty dishes and I wiped down the counters. Bailey happily
chatted with Wyatt until Victor came and got her. He was surprised to see my
guest and gave me a raised eyebrow look. I smiled and winked at him. He shook
his head and left.
    Wyatt snuck up
behind me and hugged me around the waist. He lightly placed kisses on my neck
as he nuzzled his face closer breathing in my scent, “You’re sweeter than
nectar, lush and soft in all the right places. I spent the whole night thinking
about you.”
    “I wondered how you
were and if you missed me at all, because I missed you too,” I softly said. He
turned me around, caressed my face and lowered his lips toward mine and kissed
me. He pulls away from the kiss and looks deeply into my eyes and says, “How’s
my beautiful girl today?”
    I reached up and
lightly stroked his cheek, “Much better, now that you’re here.”
    “I want to spend
the day with you, Rebel. Is that alright with you?” he asked.
    “Yes, please spend
the day with me,” I replied.
    “Good,” he said and
lightly tapped his lips to mine.
    “Good,” I mimicked his
words and kissed him back.
    “What do you want
to do today?” he asked.
    Smiling shyly I
kissed him tenderly on the lips and said, “I just want you.”
    “I want you too. I
want your smile, your body, I want it all,” he whispered in my ear. I want…I
need…Wyatt. I grabbed his hand and lead him to my bedroom. We slowly undressed
each other. He stroked my cheek and said, “You