Page 35 of Where We Found Our Home
Ouch. I’m not sure why that hurts my pride, considering I wasn’t even born in the eighties, but still, how dare he disrespect the ladies. “I’m going to trip you, kid.”
He chuckles. “Uncle Linc, isGolden Girlsa real show?”
He cackles. Once again, he’s not even slightly winded.Okay, Linc. I’m picking up what you’re putting down.
No, stop!
“Yeah, it’s a real show. Blanche was my first girlfriend in my head.”
Oh my God. “Wait, are you serious?” The man winks at me again.
“Okay, fine. You’re safe for now,” Malcolm decides then leaves me behind in pursuit of Niecy.
Malcolm and Niecy may be faster than Nevaeh, but it’s impossible to tag her because her knowledge of TV shows is unmatched.
“PAW Patrol!”
“PJ Masks!”
“Doc McStuffins!”
“Boss Baby!”
“Bunk’d!”
“Magic School Bus!” The kid is a machine. Niecy finally catches her after she accidentally repeats “Carmen Sandiego,” but she is ever the strategist.
“Linky! I wanna use my cheat. Carry me!” I crack up as Lincoln rushes over and swoops her up.
“Last round!” he declares right before going after Malcolm. He’s on Malcolm before he can even form one word. One down. Niecy is next, and she gives it her all but she’s too winded to even say anything, so she’s down too. I’m the last one, and I pretend to run away, but really I’m grateful my lungs will be able to draw air again, so I can’t wait to be tagged.
Lincoln catches up to me in seconds, and he whispers in my ear right before Nevaeh tags me. “Don’t run from me, Angel.” My pussy clenches at his words, and I am a fucking goner. I feign a dramatic fall as Nevaeh tags me to hide the fact that I desperately need friction between my thighs.
“Good game, Nevaeh!”
“Yeah, you were so good!”
I love that Niecy and Malcolm are celebrating Nevaeh’s win right now instead of being sore losers, and it’s enough to get my sinful-ass vagina in check. She may be the queen, but I can’t bow down to her with children present.
Nevaeh’s glee at her win lasts the rest of the day. She’s all smiles at the arcade, and Niecy and Malcolm are all too happy to let her play with them at all the games. She’s in heaven, and I love that for her.
“You’re great with them,” Lincoln says as he sips his water.
“Aww, they’re great kids. Today was a lot of fun.”
We’ve been at the arcade for an hour and the kids show no signs of slowing down, so Lincoln and I have claimed a table at the connected restaurant where we can watch them but also relax.
“Well, thanks for coming with us.”
“I don’t think I had much of a choice, but it was my pleasure.”
“Yeah, what Nevaeh wants she gets most of the time.”
“Like niece, like uncle, I guess.”
“I don’t get everything I want, Ciara.”
Fuck.I’m in dangerous waters here, and yet here I am. Throwing my paddles overboard.
