Hold On

I slid my lips to his jaw.

I was on top, Merry still inside since we’d just finished, his arms around me tight. But as my lips drifted, his arms loosened so his hands could float light and sweet over the skin of my back.

“Got the reservation at Swank’s, baby. Six thirty. That good?” Merry told me.

“Yeah,” I told his jaw, wondering what I was going to wear and hoping one of Ethan’s two dress-up outfits still fit him.

“And got a lock on tickets for the Colts’ next home game. Need to know from you if I should get two or if Feb can make it so you can come with us.”

At his words, my head shot up and I looked in his eyes.

“What?”

“Colts versus Saints. Sunday after next. Can you get Feb to arrange that day off?”

“You’re buyin’ tickets?” I asked.

“Uh…yeah. Just said that, babe.”

“Colts tickets are expensive, Merry.”

“Maybe, Cherie, but Ethan told me he’d never been to a game.”

I shook my head. “He hasn’t, but…Swank’s…” I let that hang since that said it all.

And what it said was that he was a cop, not a Rockefeller. Dinner at Swank’s for four could easily set him back close to five hundred bucks. I’d never been to a Colts game either, so I didn’t know how much tickets cost. But I knew they didn’t give them away.

“Yes, that’s his present,” Merry confirmed. “Steak you can cut with a fork and a Colts game.”

I stared down at him, totally uncertain what to do.

Because in all the boons Merry had given me, straight up, this was the one that was the most amazing.

It was also one I had to control.

“Gorgeous,” I started carefully, “I love the generosity, but you’d break the bank if you try to give him all the things he hasn’t gotten in life.”

“Brown eyes,” he returned, sounding like he was being careful too, “he’s already gotten all the important things he needs to get in life. He’s smart, so he knows that. And since he’s smart and knows that, appreciates it, and shows that by bein’ a good kid and lookin’ after his mom and grandma, he should be rewarded for being the good kid he is by being able to go to a Colts game.”

“You’re lookin’ at buyin’ a house,” I reminded him.

“There’s always gonna be houses. But there’ll only be this one opportunity to take a newly-turned eleven-year-old boy to his first Colts game.”

That feel hit my eyes, and when it did, it hit simultaneously in my throat and my belly.

Merry’s face warmed.

He knew what I was feeling.

And he knew me, so he didn’t say shit about it.

He asked, “So, you gonna ask Feb for the day off?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna ask Feb for the day off.”

His hands stopped drifting on my back and he wrapped his arms around me. “Then I’ll get three tickets.”

I shoved my face in his neck and muttered, “That’d be cool, Merry.”

We lay there together, connected, a girl who never allowed herself to dream, lying on top of a dream come true.

When it was time, Merry slid me up to slide himself out of me. He shifted us. He shifted the covers. He went to the bathroom to deal with the condom. And he came back, shifting us so I was exactly where I’d been before he’d moved me.

Lying on top of a dream come true.

“Why Rivers?”

Merry asked that, and hearing it, I lifted my head to look at him again.

“Why what?”

“Rivers, baby. You could have picked any last name you wanted. I like it. It’s cool. But why’d you pick Rivers?”

I shrugged, dropped my head, and nuzzled my face in his throat again while giving him the simple answer.

“I like water.”

“You like water?”