“You really need to start carrying around smaller bills,” I playfully scold, opening the door when she comes back over to the truck.
“Leave me alone,” she says, shoving me away playfully as she sets the bag down on the basket. I wink at her as I shut her door and let Mocha into the back seat.
When I get in, she has the biggest smile on her face while she edits her video and posts it to social media.
“Ok, you want a haul?” she asks, setting her phone down and picking the bag up off the floor, putting it into her lap.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Do I have a choice?” I tease with a small smile.
“You’re such a jerk,” she says with a smile, shoving my shoulder away and starting with herhaul.
“Ok, so I got three different types of bread: a plain wheat, a plain sourdough, and a cinnamon bread,” she says, pulling them out and showing them to me before setting them on the dashboard. I nod, looking over at each item for a second.“Next, I got some chocolate chunk cookies and blueberry bagels. I got some pumpkin apple treats and some regular treats for Mocha. Lastly, I got some raw honey, strawberry rhubarb jam, and some peach mango jam,” she says, laying all the items out.
I nod along, not really paying attention, just loving the fact she's smiling so big. She pulls her phone back out and films a little video before placing all the items back into her bag.
“You gonna eat all that bread?” I ask.
“No, you are. I’m going to use them for your sandwiches,” I nod. She grabs my hand and laces our fingers together.
“Thanks for stopping.”
“I have nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“You know, for a grumpy detective, you’re kinda sweet sometimes,” She says with a wink, causing me to laugh.
I find a nice meadow that has some trees and plenty of space for Mocha to run around without causing too much trouble.
We lay the blanket out, settle down, and Mocha is off chasing a butterfly or something right away.
I smile to myself as she lies next to me, looking up at the sky.There really is no other place that I’d rather be.
It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep. I don’t mind. I enjoy just being around her. This is the perfect way to spend my day off.
No people, being outdoors with the two little balls of chaos that I get to call my own.
Every day this girl shows up, and she surprises me. I’m not sure how she does it, but she does.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I got home last night, but her babying the fuck out of me was not it. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll never admit this out loud, but I kinda enjoyed being taken care of. She didn’t expect anything in return, and I think that’s what I love the most about her.
Her heart is so big, and everything she does, she does for others. She rarely does anything for herself.
When she wakes up, she climbs into my lap, and I let her, her arms wrapping around my neck, my hands on her waist.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey.”
She smiles as her lips find mine. I kiss back, slow at first, just savoring the taste of her. One of my hands finds her hair, and I pull back my lips, finding the soft skin of her neck. I kiss down the column of her throat and gently pull on the strap of her tank top with my teeth, letting it fall down her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to every inch of her soft skin I can reach.
“Beck,” she gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her to me. I push the other strap out of my way and take my time worshiping her.
“Baby,” I rasp against her neck, her skin pebbling with goosebumps.
My lips trail into her cleavage. She isn’t wearing a bra, and I’m tempted to suck one of those perfect little nipples into my mouth just to hear her moan my name.
Instead, I pull away from her, making her whimper, my eyes finding hers.
“Have you missed me, baby?” I whisper, leaning our foreheads together.
