I’ve never had that.
I mean…not of my own.
Don’t get me wrong.
Iloveliving that aunt life and being there for my nieces and nephew – especially when my brother can’t be – but there’s just something so magical about having something/someone that’syoursinstead.
That you’re not so muchaddedto butbuilding.
And I think we are.
I’m not trying to be the dude’s mom, anymore than his brother is trying to be his dad, but I do feel like he’s reaching for us to give that guidance or fill that absence and I don’t hate it.
I actually really like it.
Has me thinking and wondering about kids.
KidswithThayne at that.
Something we can’t exactly make when our makeshift one is constantly cock blocking.
“Why don’t you let me make you a plate while you go rest your feet?” Jukes suggests on another sweet smile. “You’ve had a long a day.”
Itwaslong.
And exhausting.
And a good reminder why I try not to perform that many root canals in one day.
“You sure?” I gingerly inquire. “I can make my own plate.”
“Youcan,” he lets his face crane down closer to mine, “but I don’t mind helpin’ take care of you.”
“I don’t mind that either,” thoughtlessly leaves me prior to our lips softly pressing together. Unfortunately, it’s cut short by my cell vibrating in my pocket. “However, Ido mindif this is another emergency root canal request.”
“What exactlyisa root canal?” investigates Bronny as I turn to head into the open living room where he’s stationed, my ass being given a loving tap during the exit.
“What you’re gonna end up having many of if you don’t start taking better care of your teeth,” I tease while retrieving my device.
“I had Rhonnie put usbothon the schedule when I swung by today,” Thayne retorts, recapturing my attention.
“You stopped by the office?”
“Was in the area.” Our eyes meet again. “Met with med to go over my pre-season test results. Thought I’d stop by on the way back home. Make an appointment to get my teeth looked at considerin’ I haven’t since the trade that brought me here.” He casually begins scooping food onto one plate. “Say hi to the woman of my dreams.”
It’s impossible not to beam.
“Take her to lunch if she had time, which she didnot.”
“Sorry that I didn’t.”
“Never apologize for havin’ a career, Gillybean.” He pauses his actions. “I don’t.”
Wow.
Could he get any more leading hero perfect?!
Not only does he think I’m fucking sexy and smart and irresistible, he supports me being me.
