Page 75 of The Path to Loving Him
Bullshit, that was a lot of fucking cum.
No way another man shot out more.
I grab a container to put the pizza in as my mind whirls.
No fucking way . . .
“Are you ready?” I ask Mac as I look at her in my rearview mirror all buckled up, looking fucking adorable with her pigtails.
“Yeah,” she says softly as she looks out the window.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re ready. It seems like you’re sad,” I say.
“Because I am sad.”
I put the truck in park and turn around to look at her. “Why are you sad?”
“Because I am.”
Classic response.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head. “I just want to be sad.”
“Okay,” I say as I turn back around. “You’re allowed to be sad, but you know, if you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”
She nods and clutches Chewy Charles close to her chest.
I pull out of the driveway, my chest feeling heavy because I don’t like that look on her face.
I spent the weekend with Mac, finishing up the final touches to her room and making sure it’s as perfect as can be. She has a horse mural, horse curtains, and horse bedding. Everything horses. And she loves it so much. Her smile last night as I tucked her into bed made all the hard work worth it. Thankfully, Aubree and Hattie helped a lot with decorating, or else it would still look like my room—a mattress on the floor with boxes everywhere.
“Are you nervous about the first day of school?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Okay, because it’s just like preschool last year. Same friends and everything.”
“I know,” she says, still looking out the window.
Okay, this is not about school.
“Uh, are you sad that I had a hard time doing a braid in your hair? I’m still learning, but I promise I’ll get better.”
She shakes her head, her pigtails whipping against her face.
“Are the Chewys in a fight again?”
“No. That’s not what I’m sad about.”
I sigh because fuck this is hard. “Well, I don’t want you to be sad, MacKenzie. And if it’s something that I can fix, I’d like to know. But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’ll drop it.”
She’s quiet for a moment and then she says, “Are you going to forget about me?”
Uh . . . what?
“Forget about you? How could I possibly forget about you? You’re my top priority.”
