Page 32 of Repo'd His Heart
“I want pinkee mom,” Sunshyne said holding up the food coloring she’d been talking about since we got back home. “Pink makes my ice kweam taste like strawberry,”
“I want that too!” Mallory said standing next to Sunshyne.
“Can I do blue?” Mason asked shyly.
“Nooowa, mama blue is for boys. Member, you can’t have that.” Mallory sassily said with her hands on her hips rolling her head from side to side. My heart dropped seeing Mason’s little face drop.
“Mason, you can have whatever color you want. Blue isn’t just for boys. Did you know blue used to be for girls and pink…” I said, cutting my eyes at Mallory. “…was for boys. Mallory I think you should say sorry to your sister. It’s okay for everyone to like different things.” I gently reprimanded Mallory.
I knew Mallory was only repeating what Fallon said to them but to a degree she knew what she was doing when it came to putting Mason down at times. I don’t think she was doing it to be malicious, necessarily, but because Mallory was so used to seeing Fallon do it that she started to do it too. That was something Marlo stayed getting on Mallory for, she was aminiature version of Fallon because she spent so much time with her. While Mallory wasn’t a bad child she just imitated her mom and if Marlo didn’t get that under control soon it was going to start affecting Mallory and Mason’s relationship.
“I sowrrie,” Mallory said, walking over to Mason pulling her into a hug.
“It’s okay,” Mason said once they finished hugging. Then she turned to me. “Blue really used to be for girls?” Mason asked with curious eyes.
“Mmhmm, gotta learn your history.” I winked at Mason as I went to get the ice cream out of the freeze, but Marlo was blocking the freeze.
“I wanna make a milkshake, too.” Now if I wasn't mistaken, lust was dripping from each of his words so much that my legs clenched to quell the tingling sensation in my stomach.
“Sure, if you move I so I can get the ice cream.” My voice came out shaker than I wanted it too.
“But you ain’t ask me what kind of milkshake I want,” Marlo had a sly grin as his eyes roamed my face.
Sighing, I groaned, cutting my eyes to the sighed annoyed. Marlo was already on his bullshit. “What kind of ice cream do you want Marlo?”
“Chocolate with a caramel swirl. That’s my favorite.”
Marlo was hell bent on making me sweat. “Vanilla and food coloring is all I got. Now move.” I said as I pushed him out my way and he cracked up at my unease. This night needed to hurry up and be over.
The night actually ended up being a lot of fun. Marlo wasn’t as bad as I thought he was going to be. The girls had a ball with no more incidents. I painted all their nails assorted colors, and I couldn’t help myself being a little messy influencing the girls to get Marlo to paint his nails.
I cracked up as I watched him cave into the girls begging to paint his nails. He sat their mugging me the entire time they were painting his nails. The girls basically painted his entire hands with how uncoordinated they were. I loved it and although Marlo was frowning he was enjoying himself. We’d made it through Princess and the Frog, and we were midway through the second one. All three girls were on my bed while Marlo and I sat on the couch. The girls had fallen asleep and I was into the movie like it was my first time watching it.
“You really watchin’ this movie?” Marlo asked me and looked at him out of the corner of my eyes debating if I wanted to answer him or pretend like I didn’t hear him.
“Yeah,” I finally replied after a brief moment of silence.
“Maaannn,” He drawled out snatching the remote from my side, cutting off the movie.
“Marlo! Turn that back on.” I snapped trying not to be too loud I didn’t want to wake the girls up.
“Nah, I wanna talk to you. We ain’t talked in forever.”
“What you wanna talk about Marlo?” I asked with my lips poked out.
“Shit, I don’t care. Let’s just talk.” Marlo said, turning his body to the side facing me.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I watched as Marlo pulled my legs from in front of me up onto his lap.
“Making it so we both comfortable,” Marlo casually answered as he stretched his legs out with my legs resting on top of his.
“Your wild,” I chuckled, shaking my head watching Marlo rub my feet like it was normal.
“I’m chilling. I appreciate you for checkin’ Mallory earlier. She be gettin’ certain shit from her mama and I keep telling her ass that shit ain’t cool.” Marlo said, looking frustrated.
I chose to keep my mouth shut because I really didn’t have anything nice to say about Fallon or their situation.
“No problem. You know Mason is my little boo.”
