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Knox helped her stand, going into the bathroom to start the shower. He returned, helping her undress and running his finger over her clit.

“Don’t make me wait too long to have my tongue in your pussy.”

His words mirrored hers from earlier, and while she knew he would try to live with his head between her legs when she got out, she wouldn’t keep him waiting.

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“They’re growing so good!” Yasmine exclaimed, skipping to the flower garden.

“I told you I’d have someone come and take good care of them while your dad and I were gone.”

They’d been back for two weeks, and she and Meila had been catching up on work. Their office had been closed, giving Finx the week off, and they’d all been getting it together. This was the first time she’d had free time for Yasmine to come over and look at her little garden. Her mom had been kind enough to stop by twice the week she was away and water the small area for her.

“I’m glad I got to come over today. Daddy said you were really busy because you have to work, and I had to be patient, but sometimes being patient is hard. I hadn’t seen you in forever, and I missed you.”

Aiva smiled at her. “I missed you too.”

“You did?” Yasmine asked, studying her quizzically. It wasn’t the first time Aiva thought the little girl was far too observant for her age.

“Of course I did.”

Yasmine gave her a big smile before going to hug her. Aiva squatted down to hug her properly. She had missed seeing Yasmine and had been a bit bummed she hadn’t been able to see her in person when Knox gave her the souvenir she’d brought back for her.

“I wish Daddy would hurry. I’m hungry,” Yasmine stated when they pulled apart, and Aiva laughed, refraining from telling her she’d still be waiting even if she’d gone with him.

She’d been so excited to see the garden that Knox dropped her off on the way to pick up their food since he had to pass her house to get it. They would have lunch together, do some crafts, watch a movie, and have dinner. She’d only seen Knox in person twice, briefly, since they’d returned. He had stopped by her office with flowers and sweets.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we put your hair up while we wait on him so we don’t have to do it later?”

“Okay!”

Yasmine took her hand and allowed her to lead them back into the house. They made a pit stop in her hall bathroom, where she kept the hair products she used on Kaley and Tara’s hair and grabbed the basket they were in. She’d done Yasmine’s hair a few times, mostly when they were on vacation because the little girl had quickly learned she could do styles her dad couldn’t. Not to say that he didn’t always have her looking adorable, but his skills were limited to ponytails, buns, space buns, or leaving it down in its naturally curly state.

Yasmine took two pillows off the couch and put them on the floor to sit on between Aiva’s legs.

“How do you want it done?”

“Can I have French braids, please?”

“Sure, sweetie.”

Aiva had parted her hair and was working on the first braid when Yasmine excitedly broke the momentary silence.

“Oh! Guess what, Ms. Aiva?”

“What?” Aiva questioned, matching her excitement.

“In first grade, we have breakout classes, and one of them is Spanish. I’m so excited to learn.”

“That’s awesome, Yas. That means you can teach me what you learn.” Aiva knew enough Spanish to hold an introductory conversation and wasn’t sure if they’d teach Yasmine beyond that, but she was willing to let the little girl teach her.

“I can be your teacher!”

“You sure can,” Aiva responded with a laugh, but she was confused. She’d assumed that Yasmine knew at least some Spanish words. Her mother was Cuban, but Aiva supposed that meant nothing. There were many people who didn’t speak their mother tongue. Mia could have been one of them. Aiva finished the braid, placing a rubber band at the end before moving to the next one.

“Ms. Aiva, since you called me Yas, is it okay if I just call you Aiva? Because Ms. and Mr. are for teachers or when people aren’t friends. And we are friends, right?”

Aiva smiled to herself. “Of course we are. You can call me Aiva.”