Page 37 of Bound By Redemption
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Ensley
Easy.That was what I’d describe sitting, talking, and eating with Micah was like. The conversation flowed, and he got my sarcastic nature. At times it took him a moment to understand me, then after that everything came so naturally. We were falling into this oddly comfortable way with each other.
The deal with Emery was still there, and even though he’d said that he didn’t want to be with her, that still didn’t give me any rights to the man.
I‘d never been a jealous woman. Our upbringing didn’t allow that emotion. We were forced to get along with one another. If you were married and had sister wives, you never, not ever said anything about how much time the husband had spent with each of the wives. He decided who he slept with. He decided if he’d grace your bed.
If he didn’t want to, you couldn’t say anything.
Therefore, my jealousy at seeing Emery and Micah was new, and I didn’t like it.
This jealousy needed to end. It was killing me on the inside.
But this entire time right here, I could have over and over in my life and never get tired of it. Ever. It would be the perfect life I never knew I wanted.
He might say he was clueless when it came to kids, but he had no idea how good he was with Remy. Gentle and so patient. Just in the span of the time we’d sat here, he’d taken the time to show Remy how to cut up her carrot and get it into her mouth.
Me, I babied her and knew it. But Micah seemed to be teaching her how to do things on her own. I wasn’t ready for that, but it would make me a very selfish person if I didn’t want what was best for my little girl.
Remy. The way she looked at Micah was like she knew he was hers. She’d gazed at him like he’d hung the moon and stars in the sky. She clung to him, feeling so safe in his arms, something I’d always wanted for her. Not that she didn’t in mine. It was that she had someone else to put that shroud around her.
It was beauty at its finest.
I hoped down to my soul that no matter what happened between Micah and me, he’d always be there for Remy.
She giggled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up, across the table at Micah and Remy and burst out laughing, unable to stop myself. Micah had a large pile of lettuce on top of his head, some of the pieces falling down around him and onto Remy. Remy thought it was a hoot, picking up the pieces that fell and putting them back on her dad’s head.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!!” Katie cried, putting her food down on the table, grabbing the fallen bowl from the ground, and picking the greens off of Micah’s head.
“You could’ve just brought me one. I didn’t need to wear it,” Micah told her, grabbing the lettuce and helping Katie.
Katie was hastily getting all the leaves, cabbage, and sticks of carrots off of Micah’s head. Remy found a small carrot and put it in her mouth, crunching away.
“Good job,” Dryerson chuckled, coming next to me and sitting. “Too bad it didn’t have dressing on it.”
“Shut up.” Micah’s joking tone had me knowing he wasn’t mad. Thank goodness. We had enough people being pissed for the time being. Easy. Laidback. That was how it felt being with Micah.
“Yeah, shut it.” Katie snipped back at Dryerson. “You seriously have to walk so damn close to me? What is your problem?” She put the final pieces of the salad in the bowl and sat next to Micah in a huff.
“Looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” Micah clipped, winking at me, and I laughed. Yes, he definitely got my sense of humor.
“You shut it too,” Katie ordered, her focus coming to me. She sat across from me next to Micah. It was the perfect place to give me shit. “Seriously. If you leave me with him as my shadow, I’m hopping in my damn car and taking my chances at the apartment.”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. Throw the dude a bone so he’ll back off.”
“Did you just call me dude?” Dryerson asked me, brows raised in puzzlement.
I shrugged. “Yep. Dude. You look like a surfer dude. Be lucky I didn’t name you surfer. What kind of name is that?”
Dryerson ran his hands through his shaggy length hair. “Not everyone can look this damn good.”
“How is it your hair is long, and Micah’s over here is so damn short I can see his scalp on the sides?” Katie asked him.
Dryerson had to make a big show of it, putting his hand on his heart like this was his very joy in life. “You talked to me!” It was Katie’s turn to roll her eyes, and I jabbed Dryerson in the side. The idiot was ruining this moment. Katie was giving him a damn olive branch, and he needed to take ahold of it. “Ouch.” He looked to me but kept talking. “After I got out, I didn’t cut it.”
“Well, that’s a given,” I replied. “But if you two got out at the same time, would you have time to let it get that long?”
