Page 22 of No Turning Back
“She isn’t staying with Father?” Micah asks.
His hair is a bit darker than his sister’s, but they both have the same startling blue eyes. He’s currently sporting a longer hairstyle in that messy but styled way. It reminds me of Edward from Twilight.
“Your father is going to be busy all weekend, so she decided to come home and spend time with you both.”
I also hate that Colton insists the kids call him Father and not Dad. He puts a lot of pressure on them for as young as they are.
“Okay,” they both say and glance around, bored.
“How about I order us pizza and we watch a movie?” my mom asks them.
Both their eyes light up. I’m about to tell my mom they aren’t allowed to eat pizza because Colton says it’s too processed and makes them hyper. But they deserve to be kids.
The doorbell rings, and I pick up Mari as I move out of the room to answer the door. I swing it open, and Tucker moves on me before I can say anything to him about the kids or my mom. His lips are on mine, moving across them. His arms wrap around me and Mari, holding us to his body. I open and feel one of his hands slip down to cup my butt.
“Who are you?” Micah’s voice breaks through the fog of lust.
Tucker pulls back and looks over my head.
“Spitfire, who’s the mini protector?” Tucker lifts his chin.
I turn my head while still in Tucker’s arms to see Micah standing there with his little arms crossed. My little seven-year-old guardian has his chest puffed out, trying to act tough. I try to pull away, but Tucker refuses to let me go.
“That’s Micah, Lydia’s son. He and his sister are going to wait for their mom here.” I try to push away again. “Could you let me go?” I drop my voice.
Tucker leans down to my ear. “Baby, I’ve been thinking about your lips all day. Plus, this outfit has lots of dirty thoughts going through my mind right now. I just need to hold you here for a moment longer, or I’m going to show the boy something he isn’t ready to know about.”
His words register, and I blush as my mom comes around the corner.
“Hello, Poseidon. Nice to see you again.” She smiles at us.
“That helped,” Tucker says as he steps back, and I lean my head down, trying not to laugh out loud. “Hello, Mrs. Parrish,” he says, then holds his hand out to Micah. “I’m Poseidon. Nice to meet you. Are you keeping my girls safe?”
“She’s my aunt, not your girl,” Micah says, and again I feel the laugh about ready to bubble up.
Tucker chuckles before he walks into the living room.
“Baby, you did some work today.” Tucker is looking at all the pictures up on the walls.
“Yeah, I decided to unpack most of the office and get it set up.”
“Poseidon, did you know she took all these pictures?” My mom brags.
I take Mari to her room to change her diaper and put her in a sleeper for my mom before we take off.
I can hear them talking about the pictures, and my mom points out her favorite. It’s a large print I had done on canvas of a bull elephant running through water. It looks like he’s charging the camera, but I was zoomed in and a safe distance away from him.
“Aunty Syd.” Michelle’s soft voice comes from the doorway.
I turn to look at her with Mari in my arms. Her back is to my chest, and her little arms and legs are kicking and moving.
“What’s up, Michelle?”
“Did Mommy and Father have an argument?”
I move over to her and squat down to her height. My heart breaks for these kids. I remember how hard divorce in my teen years was, but these kiddos are young.
“Baby, you need to wait until your momma gets here.”
