Free Yearning For Her Curves: (A BWWM Interracial Romance) by Nora Stone

any, and she looked down at him with a smile, reaching in her diaper bag and pulling out a small bottle that Al immediately took and shoved into his little mouth.
     
    “We ought to get going,” I said.  Char nodded and slipped Alton into the stroller beside the table.  The diaper bag hooked over the back and Char’s purse slid into the basket underneath.  I grinned, standing.
     
    “What?” she asked.
     
    “Nothing.  You just have totally become a mom, haven’t you?” 
     
    “What are you talking about?” 
     
    “You put your purse farther out of reach than the diaper bag.  You hand Al the bottle because you know that he can hold it himself now, so you’re not worried about it anymore.  You put him in the stroller like it’s nothing, when a few months ago, putting him in the stroller required a few minutes of thought and some finagling.”  A few months ago, it had been almost a ten minute ordeal for her to get Al plus all her bags and things arranged to leave the house.  I’d timed it once.
     
    “I guess I’ve just gotten used to it now.”  She shrugged.  We laughed as we walked out of the shop and started walking towards the spa.
     
    “I’m really glad.  I’ve always thought you’d make a good mom, but that first bit right after Al was born made me worry,” I said.  Charlotte bumped hips with me playfully.
     
    “Shut up, taking care of a little human being is not an easy task.”   Al screamed, but it was the scream that was the happy one, not the crying one.  We’d gotten pretty good at telling the difference without having to look at him.
     
    “You take care of Joey, isn’t it pretty much the same?”  I giggled.
     
    “The smells aren’t quite the same, though there seem to be just as many of them,” she said.  I wrinkled my nose.
     
    “Ew, that’s gross!”  
     
    Char grinned. “Boys are gross, Jacinta.  Haven’t you figured that out by now?”  She said. 
     
    I sighed. “Patrick isn’t gross.”  She tossed a disbelieving glance at me.
     
    “See, that is how I know you’re in love.  I’ve seen that boy lean over the sideline and do a farmer’s blow.  He is most certainly gross,” she said.  I laughed; I remembered that game.  She was right, that was gross.  But he’d never done anything like that with me around.
     
    “He was on the field during a game, what was he supposed to do?”  I asked with a laugh.  Char rolled her eyes.
     
    “I’m just pointing out that you not thinking he is gross is clearly a case of love goggles,” she said.  I sighed.
     
    “Maybe.”  I murmured.
     
    “Definitely.”  She chuckled.
     
    ~~~
     
    Izzy met us in the lobby of the spa a few minutes after Charlotte and I had arrived.  We’d been there long enough to get Al settled into the daycare center and grab two arm chairs by the door.  She came in with a wide grin and the tension in my chest eased a bit.  She was having a good day, that was promising.
     
    “Hello ladies,” she said, sitting on Char’s lap and hugging her with a giggle.
     
    “Hey Izzy,” I said.  The three of us stood and Isobel came and gave me a tight hug.
     
    “So, we have to pick a package, right?” she said.  Charlotte shook her head.
     
    “Nope. We picked the full half day package.”  
     
    Izzy’s eyes widened. “The one that includes lunch and everything?” 
     
    “Yup,” Char said.  Izzy bounced a bit and clapped.
     
    “Awesome, because I am starving.” 
     
    “Well come on, we already let them know that we’re here, so there should be a table for us soon,”  Char said.  The three of us linked arms and walked into the spa restaurant.
     
     

Chapter 15
     
    We settled into our outside table as a warm, gentle breeze blew around us.  Char ordered the three of us a bottle of wine to split and an appetizer, giving us a bit of time to talk before the waiter came back to take our lunch orders.
     
    “So,” Char said.  Izzy looked up