Page 52 of Beau Pair
Beau sits down next to me as I take her in my arms and kiss her forehead. He lifts a towel with some ice and asks Elsie if he can kiss it better too. She nods, and he leans over to plant a warm kiss on the redness and then proceeds to put the ice on it.
Elsie doesn’t like it at first, but then Beau explains to her that we have to put ice on the ouchie for the kiss to work. And then once we’re done with the ice, a big hug and a smile make it all go away.
I don’t think she fully understands what he’s saying, but he says everything so sweetly and so seriously, talking to her almost like an adult, and she wants to show him she’s a big girl, so she tolerates the ice until it gets too cold.
Beau keeps sneaking glances and giving me sad smiles, and I keep kissing Elsie’s head until she stops crying and just sniffles.
This… feels good. Beau is so good with her and so cute with how he takes control of the situation in a calm manner. How composed he always is and the stories he comes up with to make Elsie do what she’s supposed to.
The way he cares for her. And worries for her. And wants what’s best for her.
This is the fastest Elsie has bonded with a babysitter, and I can’t say I don’t see why.
Beau’s got an air of confidence and trust that radiates through his every move and every word.
He might only be twenty-one, but he’s an old soul, and I think that’s why I’m so pulled by his energy. By his being.
“Do you want to break in the suit?” I ask, and he squints.
“Uhm…” he hums, “a bit of an inappropriate time to be… inappropriate.”
I chuckle.
“No, silly. Break it in, as in wear it out with me. Go on a date,” I tell him.
I don’t know if we’re only hooking up or if we’re dating, but I want to take him out, show him off to the world. Take care of him. Show him that I can be good for him. And maybe then he won’t abandon me for another conquest. Maybe he can stay in my… inourlife a little longer.
“Oh,” he says. His face goes blank for a moment, and I’m worried I’ve stepped over a boundary. “I’d love to go on a date.”
The warm smile he offers me with his response gives me goosebumps that reach all the way to my heart, and I lean in to give him a kiss.
“Ug, ug,” Elsie says, and Beau laughs.
He drapes his arm around her and his other arm around me and hugs both of us, giving butterfly kisses to my daughter. Elsie giggles and tries to cover her head, or maybe escape from his embrace.
She does for a moment and stands up, laughing at Beau, then drops herself on to him, opening her arms to hug him back.
“My daughter is such a weirdo,” I laugh.
“Your daughter is a Monster Princess. Also, like father, like daughter.” He smirks, and I shake my head.
“How dare you!” I yell.
When Elsie has enough of both of us, she turns back to her toy trucks and dolls. Beau gets off the floor and asks me if I’d like to watch a movie after she goes to bed.
“I’d love to watch a movie,” I tell him. “I can’t promisenotto have wandering hands, though.”
Beau laughs.
“That’s because you haven’t watched a film with me. I don’tdodistractions during movies,” he says.
“Challenge accepted,” I grumble, and he laughs again.
“Yeah. Good luck with that.” He walks away from me and goes off to the bathroom upstairs to prepare Elsie’s bath.
These last two weeks with him and Elsie here…
I’m starting to get really used to it. Our dynamic. His caring nature. The fact that he will keep “working” even though I’m home and he doesn’t have to. As if he wants to do those things. As if he cares for Elsie, and me, in more than a professional capacity.
Does Beau want more than just sex?
Am I that lucky to have found the person that I want and wants me back in my own home?
Because if one thing is for sure, it’s that I want Beau with every part of me. But mainly my heart.
