“What?” I said frantically. “Are we late?”
Of course we were late.
We’d just had sex when we should’ve been leaving, Nikki Pena!
“Gah!” I said hurriedly, placing the palm of my hand between my legs to catch any stray drops that might leak out as I hobbled to the bathroom, my pants still around my ankles from where he’d left them earlier.
Michael laughed as he watched, sitting down on the bed to holster his gun and tie his shoes.
Twenty minutes later, and only ten minutes late, we pulled up to his parents’ house.
It was gorgeous.
It was one of those plantation houses with white paint, huge white pillars, red shutters, and a large front porch that housed rocking chairs.
“This is nice,” I said in awe.
I’d grown up on a farm.
We’d lived in a five bedroom house with seven children.
My brother, being the only boy, had gotten a room by himself while my sisters and I all had to spilt into three.
It looked like this house had no less than ten bedrooms.
Plus a maid’s quarters.
And a pool house.
“Yeah,” he agreed, opening his door and hurrying around to mine. “It was good.”
I hopped out when he offered me his hand, and started up the front walk.
“I’m nervous,” I whispered to Michael. “And we’re late!”
He patted my hand. “It’ll be alright.”
I knew it would be.
He’d make it so.
But that still didn’t help the nervousness that was tearing up my insides.
Or was that the nausea that hadn’t gone away for three days?
Because I felt like I was going to die.
Of nervousness. Or maybe anorexia since I was so stinkin’ hungry.
I’d met his parents on the ped’s floor, of course, but only long enough to chat with them since they’d both been working at the time.
Meeting them at their house, in their territory, on their baby boy’s arm, was a different thing entirely.
“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” he told me, as we walked up the front walk of his parent’s house.
“Are you sure my pants aren’t too tight?” I asked worriedly.
His eyes went from the front door to my ass, and I could see his pupils dilate.
“No baby, they’re fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Maybe we should go home. Call and tell them you’re still sick…”
I laughed, knocking him with my elbow in the ribs.
“We did that before we came,” I teased lightly.
Then the door in front of me opened, and a beautiful woman, with Michael’s blue eyes, opened the door, and at her back was a man with Michael’s brown hair. With a few gray hairs that only added to its awesomeness.
“Michael, you’re late,” his mother said reprovingly. Then her eyes lit on Michael’s bared arms, and I winced.
That’d been me begging him to wear a t-shirt.
I should’ve let him wear the long sleeve one he wanted to wear.
“Ma,” he said, walking in with me behind him. “We were held up trying to find a matching shoe.”
And we had been.
That’d been what had started the whole thing tonight.
I’d been looking under the bed, and he’d been looking at my ass instead of for my shoe.
“Nikki!” Hannah called from further beyond. “I’m glad you could make it!”
I smiled genuinely at Hannah, then melted even further as the little girl in her arms launched herself at Michael.
“Uncle Mickey!” Reggie screeched.
Reggie was a ball of sunshine and happiness wrapped up in a hot pink dress and brown curls.
I wanted her!
How cute was she?
“Uncle Mickey! Spin!” Reggie screeched again.
The rest of us watched as Michael spun Reggie in a circle, arms extended out in front of him while he held her suspended in the air.
She screeched and yelled, hollering and hooting as she did the ‘airpane.’
“Alright, children. That’s enough. How about some dinner?” Elizabeth chastised them gently.
Michael swung one more time, then came to an abrupt stop.