“But… I’m so tired!”
“Good. Less chance of you moving around so much.” I adjusted our bodies and placed her over my lap. It was the most uninspired spanking I’ve ever delivered. She giggled through the entirety of it and I did nothing to curb her behavior.
“Aww, you went soft on me.” She was still laughing between panting breaths.
“There are no drapes in the living room. I don’t want to scare the neighbors just yet.”
“Oh. My. God. I forgot about the windows.” She scrambled up and sat in my lap. “They probably think we’re perverts.”
“Aren’t we?”
“Good point. Now, kind sir, my present please.” She held out both hands. I lifted her off my lap and we walked upstairs.
I’m going to interject now and tell you upfront that I won’t be sharing the details of my gift to Livvie. Don’t pout! It’s simply too embarrassing to rehash. However, as I don’t want to read the incessant questions about it on the internet, I’ll tell you this: It involved recreating another of Livvie’s memories… of me… alone… in the shower. Make your own panties wet! I’m moving on to the next chapter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I was dreaming. I hate it when I dream, but for the first time in recent memory… it was good. I was having the kind of dream a person doesn’t wish to wake up from. Rafiq was there, but it wasn’t really him. It was a version of him I’d never know and that he could never be. His presence made it obvious I was dreaming, but his company added something and I chose to go along.
Livvie and I were having a party. We were celebrating my birthday. There were lots of people I didn’t recognize, but Livvie seemed to know them. I think one of them was her mother. They were in the kitchen together, pouring champagne into long flutes. One of Livvie’s sisters was trying to convince them she could have a glass. She looked the way I imagine Livvie looked as a child. Livvie looked so happy.
“You’ve done well, Khoya. I’m proud of you. You deserve this,” Rafiq said. He clapped me on the back and ruffled my hair the way he used to when I was a boy. I swatted his hand away.
“I’m not a child. Stop doing that.” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I know. You’re a man now. You have a family of your own. Perhaps I am only reminiscing over the boy I knew.” He ruffled my hair again and I didn’t mind.
“I’m glad you could come. I don’t have any other family.”
“We’re orphans, Caleb. We make our own families.”
I laughed.
“Yes, I remember.”
“And the rest? Do you remember that as well?” Sadness had crept into his voice.
“I forgave you. It’s all led me here.” I looked toward Livvie and her mother. They waved at me and I raised a hand to acknowledge them.
“Who’s this guy? He looks rather interesting and scary.” Claudia bumped into my side and nearly pushed me into Rafiq.
“Do you always have to be so forceful?”
“I don’t like it when I’m not the center of attention.” She winked.
“It’s my birthday!” I chided. Claudia shrugged.
I introduced Claudia to Rafiq and made a hasty exit. She was already asking him intimate questions about his role in my life. Rafiq looked like he’d smelled something foul and I laughed. He deserved it.
As I walked into the main living room, Rubio was working on connecting the PlayStation. He turned toward me when I came in.
“Give me a hand, James? I can’t seem to do anything in these ridiculously skinny pants.” Rubio is a quiet guy. My head couldn’t create inventive dialogue for him.
I couldn’t quite put the PlayStation together either.
“I’m dreaming, Rubio. I can’t put this shit together. Hold on.” I kicked the PlayStation and all the cables were magically connected.
“Nice! Someday, when Claudia stops coddling me like an infant, I hope you can teach me how to be more of a man,” Rubio said (it’s my dream—stop judging me).
“You can start by taking care of this.” I took out a pair of scissors from my pocket and cut the large hank of hair covering most of his face. There was a large round of applause.
“Okay everyone, it’s time to sing Happy Birthday!” The crowd parted for Livvie as she walked out of the kitchen holding a large chocolate cake covered in candles.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear, James.
Happy birthday to you.
I scrunched my face. When had I learned that song?
Wake up, Birthday Boy. It’s time for one of your presents.
Something soft touched my face.
Wake up, Sexy. It’s your birthday.
I smiled both inside and outside the dream. Livvie. She was real. She was with me. She was mine. If the dream had been good—and it had been—waking up had been even better.