“Yeah, really. I mean, I’ve seen some women hit on him before, but he flat out denies them immediately.”
“I had no idea.”
I looked into the kitchen again, seeing his eyes already on me. I smiled, feeling my heart warm at the sight of him. He was my happiness, my light, my savior.
I won’t let him go.
“Honestly, Lisa, I am glad this is happening. Definitely didn’t expect it, but I am happy about it.”
“Really? You don’t think it’s weird? I know Davis is like a dad to you.”
She shook her head at me with a smile.
“Not at all. Davis is like a dad to me, yes, but I definitely won’t think of you as a step-mom,” she laughed at the idea, making me blush further. “I just think you’re both good for each other. It makes me happy to see you two happy. He’s an important part of my life, so if it’s you that brings him joy, then I am one-hundred percent supportive of it.”
“Thank you, Liv.”
“Rose, my dearest wife, let’s go home. We’ll leave these two love-birds alone.” Lucas winked at me as he approached Liv.
Turd.
“Are you guys sure you’re going to be okay?” I asked, worried about Dad interfering with their happy lives.
“Positive. Don’t use us as an excuse to not be happy. You’re allowed to be with the person you want, Lisa.”
Lucas’ words hit me like a ton of bricks. Tears welled in my eyes instantly. His permission was the one I wanted most, the one I needed to hear.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“I know you will, Lisa.”
He hugged me tightly, letting me stay in his arms for a moment. He and I weren’t the most affection towards each other, but I felt that was changing more with time. Liv has opened him up more, and Davis was doing the same for me. Maybe one day soon we would hug each other more often.
Probably not.
They told Davis goodbye, and left out the front door, leaving Davis and me alone again. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. This was my new favorite place, inside his warm embrace. I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment before time snatched it away.
“Time to train.”
“Again?”
“Yes, my Little Warrior, again.”
I sighed, but I followed him to his home gym in the basement. Davis didn’t let me rest, or take a day off. He wanted me to become strong, and he drove me towards that. He knew I had a goal, and he wanted to help me achieve it.
There was no going back. He took everything seriously, including my own goals. I liked that about him the most. It was good for me, because, oftentimes; I was one to give up and quit.
“I think that’s good for today. How about I teach you how to throw a good punch now?” He smirked at me, knowing I have been waiting for this.
“Finally!”
I spent the next hour learning how to throw a decent punch, practicing it on the punching bag. My knuckles felt raw, throbbing by the time Davis had me stop.
“You’ll have to get used to that feeling, my dear.”
