Page 149 of Broken Dreams
“Good.”
His scruff rubs against my neck. “Good. Now,” his voice changes back into that silky rasp. “I think I want to seal that promise with my favorite thing.”
“What?” He doesn’t answer with words, his finger moves to my clit, and he answers it with something much better—an orgasm.
* * *
“Who wants to take pictures with Mickey?” Grady asks the two kids who are damn near bouncing with excitement.
We came down to Orlando for the ribbon cutting of the newest center of Run to Me. It has been a whirlwind two weeks and after my second breakdown from missing Elodie and Jett, I woke up the next day to the three of them ringing the doorbell.
My amazing boyfriend didn’t hesitate, even though I was coming home in four days to pack them up and bring them here.
To celebrate the end of this hellish journey, we are at the magical place where no one can be sad, other than your wallet.
“Me first!” Jett yells.
“I go first, Jett! I’m four now!”
“I’m four too!” he retorts, arms crossed and an attitude befitting a four-year-old.
To which my daughter returns the gesture and sighs. “You always go first.”
“How about neither of you go first?” Grady jumps in before it gets heated. “Addy and I will go first.”
“You can’t do that!” Elodie scolds him and I have to turn my head to hide the smile.
Grady squats down. “And why not, Els?”
“Because you’re too big.”
“Too big?”
She nods. “You and Mommy are grown-ups. You don’t see Mickey.”
“Hmm,” he says, eyes narrowing as though he’s contemplating that. “Are you sure?”
One head bob.
“But what if I want to see him first?”
She shakes her head vehemently. “No way, Daddy. You can’t go now. Jett and I go to see Mickey first.”
The two of us freeze, Grady’s gaze meets mine and my heart is pounding. She hasn’t called him Daddy before, and while we aren’t married or even engaged, Grady has become a father to her since we’ve been dating.
We’ve been together for over six months and have been living together for about three now. He picks her up from school, reads her bedtime stories, and takes her to see the animals every Saturday morning, just the two of them.
I get my time with Jett where we usually ride on the side by side out to the river, and he stomps around in the mud with me.
I’m not at all surprised she thinks of him like a dad.
I crouch down beside Grady, my hand taking Elodie’s. “Els, why did you call Grady, Daddy?” I ask sweetly, so she doesn’t think she’s in trouble.
“Because I love him.”
I smile. “He’s very lovable.”
“Is he my daddy too?”
