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"No problem. Take your time." His attention turned to Aiden. "Hi Aiden. Are you ready?"
"Yep!" Aiden said.
I went to my bedroom to put on light makeup when the two waited in the living room. When I returned a minute later, they were playing the Hokey Pokey game.
“You put your left foot in, and you shake it all about!”
Jackson was singing and Aiden was laughing silly while the two turned around on one foot and shook the other one.
I paused before getting closer and smiled at what I saw. I loved this and was glad I agreed to let Jackson be part of Aiden’s life.
“Mommy!” Aiden shouted while giggling. “Come play with us.”
I laughed. “We should get going, honey.”
"Right, let's go," Jackson said as he scooped Aiden into his arms. The boy immediately hooked his arms around his dad’s neck as if he had been doing it for all his life.
Amazing. I couldn't deny I liked what I saw despite the envy.
Jackson had reserved a tennis court at the university's tennis center, where he played quite often. He parked at the lot closest to the tennis center and opened his trunk stuffed with tennis equipment. He took a child-sized bag and gave it to Aiden. "This is for you, little boy."
Aiden's eyes lit up when he saw the racquet and balls inside. "Wow!"
"What do you say, Aiden?" I asked him.
He smiled. "Thank you, Daddy."
Jackson blinked for a second before he grinned. "What did you just call me?"
"Daddy. You're my Daddy, right?" Aiden suddenly became shy and he held my leg for support.
"Yes, I'm your daddy, Aiden." Jackson crouched in front of the child and hugged him. "And you're my son."
His eyes were wet when he let go of the child and he chuckled like a silly man when he stood up.
I stifled my tears and helped Aiden to put on the backpack.
"I've got one for you, too, Sabrina," Jackson said to me.
"No you didn't!" I said. "I told you I didn't know how to play."
"You can learn!"
"I'm not even dressed to play." I directed him to my short summer skirt.
"It's okay, you can play in that sexy dress," he said, lowering his voice and leaning closer to me. "Just make sure your backside faces me when you pick up balls."
I gasped and slapped his arm while blushing.
"Why do you hit Daddy, Mommy?" Aiden asked.
"Because he doesn't behave," I said. Jeez. We felt like a family. How did all this happen so fast?
Jackson carried his own bag, and then he scooped the child into his arms, despite my protest, as the three of us headed to the court.
Chapter 17
Jackson
