Page 44 of Bound By Fate
“Please, for the love of God, have a boy this time!!” I yelled as we entered Remy’s room, and she closed the door. She was obviously done with adult talk time. But that didn’t stop me from hearing Ensley’s “bye” and Micah yell, “Not promisin’ nothin’!”
I loved that for them. Not that they we’re going right now to have sex, but them being in such love. I’d never seen a relationship like theirs before.
My experiences with adults and ‘love’ were minimal. Sometimes back at home, I didn’t think anyone loved anyone but their siblings. There were no brushes on the cheek or holding hands or opening doors for the women.
There would be an occasional hug for special occasions, but nothing like I’d seen with Ensley and Micah. Heck, the entire Ravage MC. And well, Dryerson too, but I wasn’t going to think about that. I was going to play Trolls and spend the night watching the movie with my sunshine.
I really couldn’t think of a better time to spend with my niece, even if I wanted to chop every trolls’ head off. But Remy didn’t need to know that.
“Helps!” Remy exclaimed, trying to put on her Troll costume I’d made her. It reminded me I needed to finish the sketches I’d started for Austyn’s dress. They were nowhere near done since I had been sick, but it was started and wouldn’t take me long because it was already in my head. Maybe after Remy went to bed I’d have some time.
Moving over to Remy, I helped get the costume on just right and zipped up the back. Maybe I should’ve had the opening in the front so she could get in by herself? A thought for another time.
“Iz Oppy. Whoz youz?” Remy asked, her little troll fingers coming up to the Troll’s face and tapping thoughtfully. “Youz Widget.”
I smiled wide and groaned inside. Remy was going to make me put the skates on. Ensley got them just for this purpose after Remy cried that I didn’t have skates for being Bridget and it didn’t look right.
Rainbow wig and skates were coming up.
“Sounds good. Where’s the…” I looked to the corner. “There they are.” The skates were neon pink, green, orange and blue. They were lookers alright. Did I mention my balance sucked, and I was not good on skates at all?
Well, I wasn’t. I sucked at skating, but luckily there were lots of things to hold on to around the room so I wouldn’t fall. At least too hard.
“Herez!” Remy handed me the rainbow wig. I swore Ensley and Micah went to the set of Trolls and grabbed every prop they could find. I was lucky they hadn’t gotten her a full-out costume yet. I had a feeling making another one would be in my future.
I took the wig and set it beside me while I tried to tie the skates. Roller skates that was.
“How’s school going?” I asked.
“Fines. Anny saids he lovessz mes. But I don’t want boyfiends.”
My head swiveled as I stared at my three-year-old niece who was in preschool. “What?”
“Anny a boys. And boys are goss.”
“You keep going with that. Boys are very, very gross. No boyfriends because they stink.”
Right after my last word, the bedroom flew open. Not remembering I had skates on, I tried to get up and get Remy behind me. Instead, I landed on my butt holding on to Remy, staring up at Dryerson.
“For the love a Pete. You scared the crap out of me.” My grip on Remy went away as she smiled warmly up at him.
After my heart started back up again, I finished tying the skates.
“What’s this about boyfriends I heard?” Dryerson asked as Remy ran to him. He picked her up and tossed her in the air, costume and all.
“Anny wants mez to beez his girlfiend. But I aid no.”
“Damn right you said no. Where is this Andy? He and I need to have a chat,” Dryerson asked her.
“Ms. Jennyz. Hez talks lite me.”
Remy had a speech issue since she’d started talking. Ms. Jenny was the speech pathologist that Ensley and Micah took her too. According to Ms. Jenny, Remy’s speech was getting better, but it would take time. This was her ‘school’ right now.
They thought she had some troubles with her ears, not hearing correctly. She was supposed to get tested here soon. I’d need to remember to ask Ensley when that was.
For now, we either roll with it or sometimes repeat back to her what she’d say. But when we do that she wrinkles her nose at us. And since she’s spoiled rotten, she usually gets away with it.
“Well. I’m comin’ to Ms. Jenny’s to let Andy know you will never have boyfriends.”
