He stands and gives me an inquisitive look.One that asks why I’m not kicking him out now that my daughter is home.
I have some key moves to make and when the time is right, I will share some information with you.
I am not done with that conversation.
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“Dwoo, you sit nextto me.”Zoe pats the stool next to her with her tiny hand.
“Ahh.”I run a hand through my hair as Gemma walks to the fridge and opens it.
I can’t seem to leave her.
Zoe is a tiny version of her beautiful mom and so cheeky I think I just fell in love with her.She pats her stool again, giving me an insistent look.
Like her mom.
“Sure, thanks.”Climbing onto the stool, feeling like I’m a kid at a friend’s house, but fifty times bigger than the other kids, I smile down at Zoe.“Heard you went to the zoo.”
Fuck, is this what you talk to kids about?
I have no clue.
She nods matter-of-factly.“They have robots.”
“Zoe, enough with the robots.”Gemma frowns and pours us all a glass of juice.
Juice.Not that I have anything against juice.
Then systematically she starts slicing carrots and cheese and grabs a handful of grapes, putting them onto a small plate along with some rice crackers.
“Want one?”She grins cheekily, and I want to fucking kiss her.
“Yes, please Mommy.”I smirk and see the fire in her eyes.
“She’s my mommy, not yours.”Zoe pops half a grape into her mouth while Gemma and I chuckle.“Dwoo, pay attention.They also had monkeys at the zoo.”
“Yeah?”I take my little plate and bite the sliced carrot.
Gemma leans her hip against the counter and sips her juice.Jesus hell in a handbasket, I want this woman naked on this kitchen island one day—preferably today—and I make a note to make sure it happens.
She needs to accept my offer.
“Did the monkeys do anything exciting?Or were they boring?”
“Boring.”Zoe shrugs, then suddenly she springs to life, sits up straight.“Oh, they can fly.And they eat the other monkey’s nits.”
I almost choke on a grape.“Yuck.”
“Yucky.”Zoe nods, giggling.
“Did you see a lion?”I ask.
“No, it was sleeping.”
