I slipped my feet into a pair of flip-flops and refused to care that I hadn’t painted my toenails since taking off the old polish last week. It did not matter. At all.
“You ready, Momma?” Micah asked as he bounced on the balls of his feet, looking out the screen door toward the Falcos’ house. He was anxious to see them again now that he knew they were his family.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, reaching for his hand and opening the door. “Let’s go meet your grandparents.”
“I already met them, Momma. Remember?”
I nodded. “Yes, you did, but this time will be different because now they know how important you are to them.”
Micah seemed to take that in as he started walking toward the street, pulling me with him. Dewayne’s truck was still in the driveway, and although I knew he needed to see Micah and talk to him now that Micah knew he was family, I kind of wish he had left.
As much as I shouldn’t care about the ‘average’ comment, it had hurt my feelings, and it was going to make me feel uncomfortable around him. I hated that. I wished I could just get over it. That teenage crush I had on Dewayne was rearing its ugly head and taunting me with his opinion of me. Men sucked.
DEWAYNE
Momma stood at the door, watching Micah and Sienna walk toward the house. She was wringing her hands, barely able to contain herself. She’d been watching their house ever since we got back home. I was glad Sienna wasn’t going to make her wait. She had talked to Micah right away, it looked like.
Figures the kid would be curious and want to come over. He was like his dad in that way.
“Look at him. He’s so perfect. Looks just like Dustin,” Momma breathed in awe as they walked up the front steps.
“Open the door for them, Momma,” I told her.
Dad stood up from his spot on the sofa and walked over to join her as they greeted their grandson. Dad’s hand settled on Momma’s back, and she reached back to squeeze his hand. This was good for them. Micah was gonna be good for them.
Momma opened the door just as Micah arrived. He studied her for a moment, then looked at Dad. Everyone remained silent, waiting on him to say something. Finally he shrugged and held out his arms. “So, I’m your grandson.”
His statement caused everyone to relax, and both my parents started laughing. Then Momma bent down and held her arms out to him. “Yes, you are, and I’d really like a hug from my grandson.”
Micah went into her arms willingly. His little gaze met mine across the room, and he smiled. “Hey, Uncle Dewayne,” he said.
Nothing in my life had prepared me for that. I managed not to make an idiot of myself by getting emotional like a fucking woman and nodded. “Hey, little man,” I replied with a grin.
He pulled away from Momma and looked up at her seriously. “You got any cookies?” he asked.
Momma’s laughter was musical and light. I hadn’t heard that in a really long time. “Yes, I do. I made a batch just for you. Come on in the kitchen.”
“First I need my hug,” Dad said, and Micah walked over to him as Dad bent down to hug him.
“You’re really big. My daddy was really big like my uncle Dewayne. I seen pictures. Do you have pictures of him?”
Dad tensed up for a moment, then relaxed. We hadn’t looked at photos of Dustin since his death. We never even talked about him. But this kid was gonna want to talk about him.
“Yeah, we got lots of photos of your daddy. We can look at ’em together,” he said, and Micah beamed up at him excitedly.
“You hear that, Momma? You was right! They got lots of pictures of Daddy,” he said, looking back at Sienna.
It was the first time since they’d walked in the house that I’d allowed myself to actually look at her. And it was a mistake because, damn it all to hell, she had on shorts and a tight little shirt that showed just how above average she was. Her hair was brushed into silky waves, and I missed the mussed look from this morning. I wanted to muss it up again. While those legs were wrapped around me.
No! Fuck! I had to stop that shit. She was Micah’s mom. Not a fuck buddy.
“Come on in, young lady. We have cookies for you, too,” Dad told Sienna, who hadn’t spoken yet.
She blushed and glanced at me, then back at my dad. “I’m okay. Probably shouldn’t eat cookies this early in the morning.”
Dad put his arm around her shoulders. “Cookies are for all hours of the day. Don’t you know that? I remember when you ate Tabby’s cookies whenever you stepped foot in that door.”
“I was younger and in better shape then,” she replied, her blush getting worse.
What the hell was she talking about? The woman had curves in all the right places. It didn’t get better than that.