Malcolm gave me a worried look. “Do I really want to know?”
With a shrug, I replied, “Only if you want to know the type of boy your daughter is attracted to.”
Malcolm stopped walking and faced me as he drew in a deep breath. “Jesus H. Christ. She’s six, what do you mean the type of boy she is attracted to? The only thing she should be attracted to is her horse.”
Trying not to smile too big, I looked back at the house as our daughter skipped up the front porch steps.
“Fine. Whatever, I’m ready to hear it.”
I peeked back at Malcolm and took his hands in mine. “Emmerson and Landon were walking out of school together holding hands.”
His eyes closed and he let out a frustrated moan.
“The principal was walking behind them as they made their way to Addie.”
Snapping his eyes open, a horrified look washed over his face. “Oh God. What did they do?”
“I guess yesterday at lunch a little boy in Landon’s class said Emmerson was pretty and that he was going to date her some day when she got older.”
Malcolm’s face turned white as a ghost. “Oh holy hell.”
Placing his hands on his knees, he dragged in a few breaths. “God is paying me back for all my sins. That’s why he gave me a girl.”
My hand covered my mouth as I let out a giggle.
Dropping my hand, I went on. “So anyway, this little boy declared he was going to date Emmerson. Landon wasn’t having anything to do with that and told the little boy if he so much as looked at Emmerson the wrong way, he would . . . he would . . .”
“He would what?!” Malcolm shouted.
Trying to keep the laughter in, I shook my head and held up my hand. “Hold on! Need . . . one . . . second.”
Malcolm waited not so patiently while I got myself under control. “He said he would bust his nuts and kick his ass.”
His mouth dropped as I busted out laughing harder.
“Holy shit. Landon said that?”
Nodding my head, I said, “Yep! Addie said she was horrified, but Emmit puffed his chest out and proudly declared himself father of the year, then said Hailey was moving to an all-girl school because little boys were horny and not allowed around his daughter.”
Malcolm let out a chuckle as we started back to the house.
“Damn. Who would have thought ten years ago that my daughter and Emmit’s son would be crushing on each other?”
I stopped and looked at my handsome, clueless husband. “It’s cute now, but you better prepare yourself.”
“For what?”
Emerging from the front door, Emmerson and Landon came walking out. When Landon leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, Malcolm gasped beside me.
“For that . . . fast forward ten years.”
Malcolm stared at them as they started our way. Landon, taking the basket from Emmerson, like the perfect little gentleman he was.
Turning to face me, Malcolm looked scared to death. “What was the name of that all-girls school Emmit was talking about?”
THE END