Page 109 of Crashing into Love

“I have the master key,” Selma teased. “But, yes. And here’s yours.” She handed the key to Drew, who pocketed it.

Selma picked up the board game and asked Olivia to hold on to it for Drew for a second. Then, they got into the elevator, and she practically fell into Drew’s arms. Drew held on to her and kissed her forehead and her nose.

“This feels so good. Why do you feel so good to me?” Selma asked.

“I don’t know. You feel good to me, too, though.”

They got out of the elevator and snuck Drew into her room. Selma wanted to stay. She wanted to climb into that bed with Drew, take off her clothes, and show this woman just how much she missed her. But she had too much to do right now, so she kissed her and said a temporary goodbye in order to finish the rest of the party prep.

Two of the girls arrived a few minutes early, so Selma got them ushered upstairs to hang out with Gia while she went back down to get the new arrivals. Once everyone was there and they were all watching a movie in the living room with Grandma, Selma texted Drew and told her that she could come up. Then, Selma walked over to the door and pulled it open, letting Drew in. They started singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ and Drew handed her the cake to carry. Gia and her friends all turned around, and the look on her daughter’s face was priceless. It was also terrifying.

Gia first glanced at the cake, and her happy eyes went wide as she took in the contraption Drew had built on top of it for her. But it was when Gia had realized that Drew had been standing there that Selma had a silent freak-out. Her daughter no longer cared about the cake in her hands.

“Drew!”

Drew continued to sing, but Gia jumped off the couch and ran over to her. Drew picked her up to hug her and then quickly turned Gia around to face Selma and the cake when the song ended.

“Mom! Drew’s here!”

“I know, honey,” Selma said. “She came for your party. Wasn’t that nice of her?”

“You’re here just for me?” Gia asked Drew.

“Yup. Happy Birthday, Gia! Look at that cake your mom made you. Cool, huh?”

Gia returned her attention to the cake, and Selma smiled at Drew, who was being very kind to her in that moment.

“Whoa! Mom, that’s so cool. Does it work?”

“Uh…” She glanced at Drew, who nodded rapidly. “Yes, it does. Want to try it?”

“Yeah? Can I?”

Selma walked over and placed the cake on the coffee table. Drew let Gia down, and they watched her hurry over to the table with her friends to get a better look at it.

“It’s a pulley system,” Gia noted, shaking her head. “That’s so cool.”

Drew moved to stand closer to Selma and placed her hand on her lower back.

“You didn’t have to tell her I made the cake.”

“You did make the cake,” Drew replied. “I didn’t bake that thing.”

Selma rested her head on Drew’s shoulder and said, “Thank you. She loves it.”

“I’m glad. I left the rest of the game downstairs, but we can clean the cake pieces and play it together.”

“She won’t want to play it. She’ll just want to make it all work, take it apart, and put it back together again. But if you want to watch her do that and have her explain it to you, we can do that.”

“When do her friends all leave?”

“A few hours.”

“And after that, we can all have dinner?”

Selma nodded, leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek. Drew smiled a little, but her eyes went wide, so Selma turned to see Gia looking at them. She had a smile on her face, too.

“Drew?”

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