Crap. That’s what I forgot.
I hadn’t gotten her a gift yet. I sat up with a huff. How could I have forgotten that? I had planned to buy something from her wish list she’d sent – well, it was her mother who sent it – weeks ago. Sawyer would have some words with me if I didn’t get her youngest daughter something.
She was one scary lady if one got on the wrong side.
I shuddered.
I could possibly sneak out in about an hour and grab something for her. It would be easy. Five-year-olds were easy to shop for. With pink, glitter, or squishy. Or all three. And more.
With that in mind, I slipped from the bed and slowly gathered clothes, slipping on my favorite loose faded jeans and a simple shirt. I also slipped on a sweatshirt, knowing I’d take it off later. But for now, I was going for comfort.
That only took me a few minutes, and I still had more than enough time to waste.
Gah. I hated going to bed so early. It messed everything up.
Sitting back on the bed, back to the headboard, I pulled up the site to enter the gift card from my birthday into. Buying books would pass the time.
Soon enough, lost in the first few pages of a new book, a soft tap on the door was much louder than I expected. I jerked, looking up and meeting Beckett’s face.
“Hey.”
I didn’t reply.
“Didn’t expect you to be awake.”
I lifted a brow before turning back to my book.
“Alright. Great. Well, I’m borrowing your shower. Noah is kinda awake. Something about a party the two of you were going to today.”
I ignored him. He had done more than enough for me.
“Alrighty then.” He stood in the doorway for an extra second before heading towards the bathroom.
Why did I always have to make things awkward? Was it my special talent or just who I was?
Since my reading was already interpreted, and the idea of coffee was stronger, I set my tablet aside after pocketing my phone.
Noah was sitting on the floor, rubbing sleep from his eyes. I paused, taking him in. Messy hair and sleepy.
“Morning, sunshine,” I muttered, turning away and heading to the coffee machine.
Noah made some sort of noise before what sounded like he flopped back down onto the makeshift bed. I shook my head, waiting for my liquid goodness to brew.
This machine was the best invention ever. In less than three minutes, I had my cup of coffee with enough creamer to make a farmer huff at it. I liked the creamer, not the coffee.
I sat on the couch, poking Noah, who was indeed laying face first on a pile of blankets and pillows, with my toe. He huffed as I continued doing so.
“Stop.” He whined, rolling over and looking up at me with a glare.
He was....freaking adorable.
“We have to leave a bit earlier. I forgot to get Luce a present.”
“Oh. Can I pick it out?” That got him sitting up too quickly.
“Sure.” I’d let him get her whatever anyway. “Nothing big, though. It has to fit in my car.”
“Uh yeah...about that....” Noah trailed off as he pulled himself to crawl up beside me on the couch. He was careful to not make me spill my hot drink. “Uh...Daddy...Beckett....he said he’d drive us. I invited him along. And I...we....think you might not want to drive. You don’t like driving that far anyways, and I hate driving.”
