“Momma,” A voice said quietly. What the hell? “Momma.” It suddenly dawned on me that I was at Ashley’s apartment and that her body was practically on top of mine. Her face was pressed into the crook of my neck, her arm and leg were slung over me – and damn, was it comfortable! She moved stiffly, and I glanced in the direction of the voice. I could barely see from the light of the alarm clock, but I could just make out DJ standing by the side of the bed, clutching Woody doll to his chest. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?” Ashley whispered, moving off me carefully. “I had a bad dream,” DJ answered, sniffing loudly. “Shush, Baby, Jace’s sleeping. What was your dream about?” Ashley whispered as she moved to sit on the side of the bed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Bad guys came in and got us,” DJ answered, as he started to cry again. “It’s okay, Baby, no bad guys will come in here, you don’t need to worry about that. Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Ashley whi
“Momma, wake up,” I heard DJ say as he squeezed my hand. Grinning, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in the bed, yanking the duvet over our heads, making him giggle and thrash around as I tickled him. “Morning, Baby.” I yawned as he hugged me back. “I made you breakfast, Momma,” he chirped happily. I smiled. “Yeah? What did you make, pancakes and bacon?” I asked, playing along, holding my hand out for the pretend food. He laughed and pulled the cover off our heads. “No, we made eggs and I mades the toast.” My eyes flicked behind him and I jumped as I saw someone standing in the doorway. My mouth popped open in shock. I’d forgotten that Jace had stayed last night. I wasn’t used to waking up having someone else in the apartment at all. He smiled, probably at my shocked face, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Of their own accord, my eyes wandered down his body. Just the way his jeans hung so dangerously low, showing off all of the muscles to perfection
An hour later I was dressed and had just finished packing up DJ’s overnight bag. Jace and DJ were stretched out on the floor of the lounge, a big box of Lego tipped out all over the place as they made some model together. DJ was watching Jace intently; he seemed to be copying his every movement – if Jace crossed his ankles or scratched his head, then DJ did it too. I was pretty sure Jace had no idea DJ was mimicking him. I couldn’t look away. It was probably the sweetest, most adorable thing I’d ever seen in my life. My eyes took in everything, the way Jace’s clothes clung to him in all the right places, the way his muscles flexed as he moved and added another piece. The puzzled look on his face as they searched for the block they wanted. How he laughed and bumped my son’s shoulder with his when DJ had said that the model looked like a house, when apparently they were making a car. Then I took in DJ as he looked at Jace, his grin, the twinkle to his eyes as he laughed. The
DJ skipped back into the room, smiling, with his bag on his back. I wiped my face quickly before picking him up and putting on a fake smile so he wouldn’t know anything was wrong. “Momma, why are you crying?” he asked, looking at me worriedly. I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I’m being silly. I’m just gonna miss you, that’s all,” I lied smoothly. He hugged me tightly. “I won’t go then, if you’re sad.” I smiled at how sweet he was, and rubbed his back. “I’m fine, DJ. You have to go because otherwise your daddy will be upset. And Nanna Juliet, she'll be sad too if you don’t go there to see her.” He smiled but still looked a little worried. “Yeah, I know. I’ll bring you back a cake from Nanna Juliet’s,” he said before turning to Josh. “We will be baking cakes at Nanna’s, won’t we, Daddy?” Josh nodded. “Probably, Buddy, she loves to bake cakes with you.” I kissed his cheek and set him down on his feet, avoiding eye contact with Josh so I wouldn’t get angry an
Jace took my hand at the door, squeezing a little too tightly for comfort. “Okay, so here’s the deal. If you hate my family then we only have to see them an average of four times a year, just on birthdays and special occasions.” I inwardly cringed at that statement. Why on earth would I possibly hate his family? Were they going to be mean to me? Did they not like me having a child? Was my job not good enough? Why was he pulling that face? “Jace, seriously, you’re scaring me now. Are your family going to lock mein a cupboard and not talk to me, or just not acknowledge me or something?” I asked nervously. “No,” he said grimly, “but you may wish for that.” “What?” I yelped, looking longingly back at his car. Why had I agreed to this in the first place? Oh yeah, because I was starting to fall in love with the guy, and he wanted me to meet his family. I inwardly scolded myself for not asking Anna what they were like beforehand so I could have prepared myself. “R
All my girls… Wow, there she goes with the accepting me thing again. I smiled back gratefully. This woman had sucked me right in. I defied any person to have one conversation with Dawn Roger and not fall in love with her. “Thanks, Dawn, that’s sweet.” She smiled. “Now, onto DJ,” she stated, looking at me expectantly. I looked at her uncomfortably, and waited for her to continue and tell me what she wanted to know. “Jace said he’s four?” she questioned. I nodded in response. “And what kind of thing is he into?” “Anything Disney. Or building stuff, Lego, bricks, cars, anything like that. He’s a typical boy in that respect; he likes climbing trees and making a mess. Him and Jace seem pretty well suited,” I joked. Dawn laughed. “He sounds so adorable, just like Jace when he was a kid, always building something with his father. Jace used to like Disney too,” she replied, nodding enthusiastically. “Oh yeah? I bet he liked Peter Pan.” I could just see a yo
Jace came back after a few minutes, laughing to himself. I scrunched up my nose. “Tell me you didn’t really flush her head in the toilet.” He grinned devilishly. “No, but there’s no longer any key lime pie for dessert.” “Seriously?” He shrugged. “She’ll get me back for it later but don’t worry, I’ll put a chair under the handle of the door tonight so she can’t sneak in my room.” He winked at me, and I giggled and closed my eyes. This was going to be along weekend. He climbed back on top of me, hovering above me on all fours. “I’ll punish you later,” he warned, running his nose up the side of mine. I smiled and slipped my arms around his neck. “If you’re rubbing dessert on me, don’t go for anything with strawberries on it, they’ll stain the sheets if you don’t lick them off quick enough,” I teased, smiling as the muscles in his back tensed up under my fingertips. “I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again, but you are one dirty little girl, Str
I was dumbstruck. ‘Hasn’t got my name yet’ seriously, was he thinking about that kind of thing? Was he insinuating that there was even a slight possibility that I would have his name one day? Or was I reading too much into this? Dawn clearly didn’t think so – her eyes were shining after what Jace had said. This would have to wait though – a game of volleyball wasn’t the time to start grilling your boyfriend about his intentions. I looked around the group feeling like I was totally stuck in the middle; I did a mental count of the people. With Coraline’s dad and two brothers, there was actually six guys and six girls standing there. Perfect. “Why don’t we just go for girls versus boys? That’ll stop the arguing,” I suggested. Jace pouted. “Fine, but you still get Robert, he’s a girl anyway,” he chuckled, shoving Robert towards us playfully. I laughed as Robert grumbled in protest but came to stand with us anyway; I think he was too scared of Jace to say anything b