“Guess who’s coming over to spend the weekend with Bliss?” I said when I entered the bedroom.
Rose’s eyes were wide as she stepped from the walk-in closet and into my arms.
“Oaklyn?” I nodded. “Are you serious?”
“I am. I happened to be checking on the preschool when the Porters came to pick her up. I updated them on where we were in the process of becoming foster parents, and they suggested a sleepover.”
We’d completed orientation, passed the background checks, home study, and medical evaluation, but we still had twenty-two of the thirty hours of training left. Mayor Harris agreed to pull some strings on our behalf, behind the scenes, to help expedite the process when we finished our training. It really paid to know important people with important positions.
“Oh my God. I’m so excited.”
Oaklyn was placed with the Porters and began attending our preschool over two months ago, but she was still very shy and timid. She still hadn’t opened up to anyone at the school except Bliss, and the teachers were perplexed about what to do.
The Porters were very patient and understanding people. They shared that Oaklyn didn’t communicate with them very much either, but she had become comfortable enough with them to give one-word answers or a few sentences every so often. I knew there were some amazing foster care parents, but I’d also heard horrible things about the system. I was grateful that Oaklyn was placed in a home with caring individuals like the Porters.
Rose thought it would be a good idea to volunteer a few hours a week at the preschool to see if Oaklyn would warm up to her.It only took a few days for Oaklyn to become attached. She even got her to talk to one of the teachers.
“You should’ve seen Bliss and Oaklyn’s faces when Mrs. Porter told them about the sleepover. I kill people, and it almost made me tear up.”
She gasped and tried to push away from me, but I tightened my hold on her waist.
“Russell!” she fussed.
“My bad. Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“It’s not like you don’t know how I get down, but pretend like you didn’t hear me.”
I kissed her lips before wrapping her in my arms. People said being married didn’t feel any different than being in a serious long-term relationship, but that was a bunch of bullshit.
The pride and excitement I felt whenever I referred to Rose as my wife was unreal. Every time I talked about her, my cheeks got tired because I smiled from ear to ear. Maybe for others it didn’t feel any different, but for me, there was no better feeling except when I was deep inside her walls.
“Are they staying with us or at the main house?”
“With us. I already told Rocky and Rue we were taking Bliss off their hands for the weekend. I’m pretty sure her bag was packed before I left the main house.”
“I’m sure it was. What are you planning to do with them while I’m at the flower shop tomorrow?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about us. I’ll think of something.”
“Okay, Uncle-Daddy Russ.”
“Daddy?” I questioned with a raised brow.
“I said Uncle-Daddy. Calm your horny ass down.”
“Can you help me calm my horny ass down?”
“Maybe.”
I scooped her up, bridal style, and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed as she landed, following it up with a giggle.
“Since I’ll be sharing you with two three-year-olds this weekend, I need a boost of energy.”
“You should go pick up some energy drinks.”
“Why would I do that when you possess the most powerful energy source to ever exist between your thighs?”
