“Don’t tell me you go to all the festivals and everything, Mr. King! I can’t even imagine you in one of those capes.”
“For your information, Ihavegone to a few conventions, and I took my baby to the theme park. I can’t help you don’t respect the arts.”
That made me cackle. “The arts? Are you serious? So, are you like a comic book nerd too? That would be so cute!”
“There’s nothing cute about collectibles,” he countered.
“This is hilarious!” I howled.
“Laugh now, but some of the pieces in my collection are worth five figures.”
“Dang, I’m in the wrong business.”
“Right. Now stop laughing and log in so we can watch the movie. You have a lot of catching up to do.”
For the next hour, I half watched the movie while I listened to Nicholas give me a play by play of how everything worked. It was absolutely adorable to listen to how enthusiastic this serious ass man, with more money than I could imagine, was when he talked about a kid’s movie. He talked about the characters like they were people he knew and had personal vendettas against.Nicholas made sure to tell me how the books were way better than the movies, but the movies were good too.
Amira lost interest in the movie quickly and gave herself the duty of teaching Bella to walk. So far, my girl had taken a few steps, but she was an arm baby more than anything. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a blast to watch. They were so precious together.
Shortly after that, the girls went down for the count. Amira was knocked out on his lap, and Bella was sprawled out on the couch, having gone down before her. I watched as Nicholas stood from the couch and carried Amira out of the room. I took that as an opportunity to put Bella to bed too. I made it back first but decided to wait for him to return rather than hanging up the phone. When he sat down in front of the camera, a sly smile spread across his face.
“For a Gryffindor, you’re alright, Jameela.”
“A what?”
“I knew your ass wasn’t paying attention to the movie.”
“That’s because we’ve been talking the whole time.”
“So, you don’t like talking to me?”
“I do, that’s why I haven’t been paying attention to the movie, silly.”
“So, you do like talking to me. I knew I was wearing you down. I’m going to go out on a limb and request that the next movie night be in person.”
“Can I think about it?”
“What’s there to think about? You like talking to me, and I love talking to you. I’m not trying to get back between your thighs, Jameela. I’m trying to show you that I’m genuinely interested in you. I want you to come to my home and meet my daughter. I want you to feel comfortable here. I want to incorporate you into my life.”
“I hear you.” I nodded.
“I’m glad your ears work. Now let me tell you something. Just because I’m not trying to get back between those big, pretty thighs doesn’t mean I don’t miss being there, Jameela. Does she miss me?” he asked, cocking a brow.
My breathing hitched before I caught it; the glint in his eye said that he caught it too.
“Good thing you’re not trying to get back there.”
“Oh, wait a minute. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m trying to get there. I’m always trying to get there. Since I pulled out, every thought I have leads to getting back in that oasis. I’m just letting you know that’s not my ultimate goal. My ultimate goal is having you give me a son, or another daughter, and we live happily ever after with our three kids.”
“Every time I think you’re finally acting sane, you say something off the wall.”
“You wouldn’t have my baby, Jameela?”
“I don’t know if you missed it, but I already have a baby. I practically just had the one I got.”
“I always wanted three kids though. We only have two.”
“Oh well, excuse me. I wasn’t aware of a we.”
