I pulled out of the gates and headed for Molly’s place without conscious thought. I’d barely been home since we started hanging out again. I mostly just stopped by to grab clean clothes and make sure no one had broken in. It wasn’t in the best part of town, but the neighbors were pretty cool. They stayed out of my business as long as I stayed out of theirs.
Shit, I wasn’t sure what the fuck to do about Molly. I wanted her badly, and there was something about her that just kept me coming back for more. She wasn’t someone I’d normally go for, wasn’t classically beautiful or built. She didn’t show off her body.
But fuck, when I got her naked, it was like every holiday rolled into one, and when we were fully dressed and just hanging out, she made me laugh. She was so goddamn sweet. She took good care of her kid and never lost her patience, at least with Rebel. Even when we were arguing, I wanted her.
I knocked on her front door and waited less than a minute for her to unlock it and let me in.
“I thought you had to work,” she said in embarrassment, smoothing back her messy hair as I went inside.
She was wearing an ugly set of flannel pajamas that had reindeer all over them, and a pair of thick, fuzzy socks. Rebel came waddling over as I began to smile, and I laughed a little. The baby was in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, but she had a pair of Molly’s socks pulled all the way up her thighs and a stocking cap pulled down almost covering her eyes.
“Did I interrupt?” I asked, looking back at Molly as Reb came closer and raised her arms so I would pick her up.
“It’s a lazy day,” Molly answered, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing and dropping them back down. “God, you had to show up today, didn’t you?”
“Didn’t want to miss the lazy day.” I leaned down, still smiling, and kissed her.
“You didn’t know it was lazy day,” Molly replied against my mouth.
“What do you do on lazy day?” I asked as I pulled back.
“We watch TV,” Molly answered, turning to walk farther into the living room. “And we cuddle up in the blankets and lay around.”
“Reb lays around?”
“Well, she doesn’t really appreciate lazy day,” she said seriously. “But she plays in here and lets me be lazy.”
I looked around the room and scoffed. The comforter and a pillow from Molly’s bed were bunched up on the couch, a mug of something was on the corner of the coffee table, and toys were spread out all over the room. There was Play-Doh on the table, stuffed animals lined up in front of the TV, the pieces of some sort of board game tucked into the windowsill. Shit was everywhere.
“You made a mess,” I told Reb, fixing her crooked glasses. She nodded in reply, her little face serious.
“It’s okay,” Molly said, climbing back into her nest of blankets on the couch. “It’s lazy day—I’ll clean it all up later.”
See? That shit right there. It fucking got to me. She didn’t give a shit that her kid was tearing apart the house. As long as she was having fun and wasn’t getting hurt, Molly was totally relaxed.#p#分页标题#e#
“Let’s clean up a bit, yeah?” I said softly to Rebel, setting her down on the floor and getting down on my knees so we were at the same level.
“Can you help me put the Play-Doh back in the containers?” I asked, reaching for the clay. “Where’s the blue container?”
“You don’t have to do that,” Molly said, pushing her blankets off her lap.
“Lay back down, sugar,” I ordered, making her scrunch her nose at me. “We got this—no, that’s orange, baby girl.”
I helped Rebel find the blue container and we cleaned up most of the mess on the table. That shit was irritating as fuck, because the minute you stuck two colors together, there was no separating it again. Most of Rebel’s Play-Doh was a mix of colors that we ended up just stuffing into any container we found.
I threw Reb’s stuffed animals into a laundry basket, then wiped down the table and put the Play-Doh on top of Molly’s fridge. I didn’t want to deal with that shit again. When I went back into the living room, Rebel was curled up on Molly’s lap, and the only part of her visible was her little face.
“Room for me?” I asked as Molly put some kids movie on the TV.
“Come on in,” she said with a grin, lifting one side of the blankets.
I shrugged off my cut, laying it over a chair, then kicked off my boots before sitting down next to her. Rebel’s little knee dug into my groin as she crawled into my lap, and I huffed out a laugh at the scowl on Molly’s face.