Page 60 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

And he put his in mine, and we headed back inside the main house.

When we got to the kitchen, I sat him up on a stool, got two apples out the fridge, and stood at the island cutting them into slices while he told me a whole story about a lizard he saw by the fence.

“Mhm. And then what did he do?”

“He went like this.” He did something with his shoulders.

“He did NOT.”

“He did!”

I grabbed the caramel and put a little in a bowl, fanned the slices out on a plate, and slid it between us. Then I picked one up and held it out.

“Alright. Together.”

He picked one up too. We both dipped, and then he clinked his apple slice against mine like it was a toast.

“Cheers,” I said.

We ate them and both of us smiled, him kicking his feet against the stool.

Then he got quiet, chewing. “You remind me of my mommy.” He blurted out.

My hand stopped halfway to the caramel.

“Aw, King. That’s so sweet.” I set the slice down. “What about me reminds you of her?”

He shrugged and looked at his plate.

“You’re nice to me and even though Mommy was sick a lot and didn’t do a lot of fun things with me, she was nice to me.”

My eyes stung so fast I had to blink hard three times and look up at the ceiling.

I got it together. Reached over and put my hand on his little shoulder.

“You know, King, I’m sure she was a really wonderful woman. And I’m honestly honored.”

He kept chewing.

“You know what honored means?”

He shook his head no and kept right on going with them apples.

“It just means that I am very lucky to have gotten that compliment from you. It makes me happy.” I tapped the tip of his nose and he laughed. “Listen, sweetie… your mom is always gonna be with you and in your heart. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“Alright. Go ahead and finish up your treat, and then I need you to get out of these wet clothes, okay?”

He nodded again, cheeks all poked out.

“Okay.”

I stepped off to the side by the counter and pulled my phone out to look over the rest of the day, scrolling with my thumb, mumbling to myself.

“Okay, so…bath then…a black-tie event?”

“Wassup, boy!”