HadleyI wasn't exactly prepared for what Trick had in mind when he said it was going to be a bumpy ride. There were many things that ran through my head when I heard those words. What didn't run through my head was him lifting me completely over his shoulders with my back against the wall, spreading my legs with his shoulders, and connecting his mouth to my core."Oh Holy Jesus," I gasp, reaching for something, anything to hang onto. There isn't anything and I do my best not to think about how high up in the air I am. I'm short, he's taller than I ever thought about being, and the only thing holding me here are his hands pressing against my thighs and his mouth against my pussy. If I die, it'll be a hell of a way to go.He pulls his mouth back, grinning up at me. "Relax Hadley, I got this."I've trusted him with a lot of things so far, and he's managed to pass every test. Why not trust him here? Even if I do feel like I'm on display for the whole world to see. "Okay," I tilt m
TrickTo say I'm nervous is an understatement. No matter if I've done something wrong or not, knowing I have to explain myself to what amounts to a group of judgmental assholes is never a fun thing to do. My foot taps uncontrollably on the floor, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, gazing at the picture me, Hadley, and Riley took on Halloween. It's the only thing that calms me down some days, and I feel like I have a fucking target on my back, especially at places like this."Relax," Matt, clamps his hand on my knee. "You have nothing to be worried about. This is a technicality.""One that could send me back to prison if someone deems fit to," I argue. The thought's crossed my mind a ton this week, so much that tonight's the first night Riley and Hadley are staying at their own apartment since Halloween. I've kept them as close as I can, and the only reason they went back tonight is because Hadley has to do laundry. I don't have my own washer and dryer yet, but you can bet your
Hadley"Can Trick help me with my homework tonight?"My kid, she surprises me all the time. In the past few weeks we've been at Trick's apartment, she's become even more attached, but she's never asked him to help with schoolwork."You'll have to ask him," I glance over my shoulder from where I'm doing the dishes. Funny how when I was with my ex-husband housework seemed just that – work. Here, with Trick, I enjoy it. I like the way his dark eyes light up when I've done something he didn't expect me to do. The first night we were here, I changed the sheets on his bed. You would think I gave him a gold coin and told him it was worth a million dollars. He appreciates everything I do, and it means everything to me. "Trick," she kicks her feet where she's sitting at the kitchen table. "Will you help me with my spelling words?"I can tell by the set of his shoulders my big man is trying to get his emotions under control. Riley tears him apart with the simplest of requests, and I k
Trick"You sick of us yet?" Hadley asks as she starts turning down the sheets, and fluffing the pillows.I swear I think she has magic hands when she does this; there has never been a time I've slept better than when she turns down the sheets and fluffs the pillows. The only thing not letting me enjoy it are the words she's just spoken."Sick of you? Are you insane? Have I given you any reason to think I'm sick of you?"Now I'm panicking, because I know damn good and well, I've told her a few times how much my life has changed, how much better it is with the two of them here."No," she shakes her head. "But I wonder if you sometimes don't miss your old life, without all of us and all of our stuff crowding yours." My eyes follow where she's pointing to the chair in my bedroom. Before it had been completely bare, now it holds a few hoodies and more bras than it's ever seen in the years I've lived here. "While I'm willing to admit it's a little more cramped than I thought
TrickThursday is seriously my favorite day of the week. It should be my most frustrating because I get very little work done, but the reason I get very little work done is also what makes it my favorite. From the moment Riley and Hadley leave in the morning, I'm watching the clock, waiting for when Hadley gets off work, and then sneaking glimpses to see when she makes it to the shop. My work schedule revolves around it, and I've even said no to jobs if it's going to cut into time with her.I tell myself it's not crazy to want to spend time with her like this. Our moments alone are limited to when Riley's in bed or at school, and when she's at school, we can act like adults. We don't have to worry she may hear us, we can speak candidly and behave inappropriately. These few hours are my most treasured of the week, besides the times Riley asks for me specifically. I would never give up Riley in Hadley's life; I'm aware they come as a packaged deal, but I do appreciate the time alone
HadleyHappiness has a way of sneaking up on us. I don't realize how much I've been smiling, how I laugh more easily, I say yes without even thinking of no, because negativity is a thing of my past.Someone I work with told me today that I look younger than I have in years. I look like I'm enjoying life, and whatever's been holding me back for the last little bit, she hopes it's gone, because I act like a completely different person.She's right. I didn't realize how much I was holding in to keep myself together. Now that I have someone to share in my thoughts, my hopes, my fears, my desires, and my dreams, it's made things easier. There's no longer a burden I feel I carry on my own.The happiness almost bursts from me as I hear my cell phone ring, and I see Trick's name. "Hey!" I answer with a smile, because he's the major positive force, he's the one putting forth all the good things. He's made me change for the better. I've almost stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop.
TrickI listen as Hadley explains what's happened to the woman on the other end of the phone. As I hear her words, feel the tension in her body, and see the emotions across her face, I get angrier. I wonder how in a time where I'm the happiest I've ever been, I'm also more scared than I've ever been. The emotions switched in the blink of an eye to polar opposites. There's a gnawing in my gut that's forcing me to look at myself and realize a few major truths. Hadley would be better off without me; she could fight this easier if I weren't in her corner. I have to give her the out she needs if she wants it, even though I told her I'd be here no matter what. I don't want to be the reason she loses her child. There's no way I could live with myself or face Riley's sweet face if I were the cause of such pain. When she gets off the phone, her face is red, but she seems more together."We need to head to her office; she's going to file a motion for discovery. She wants to know why, a
Hadley"I'm honestly not worried about Patrick's past," Sally mumbles as she looks over the paperwork I received. "It's more about someone's character in these cases than what they did to get them in the situations they were in, and from what I can tell you had pretty reliable character witnesses at your last hearing," she gives Trick a glance. "I'm going to need them all to write a statement. The more character witnesses I can get, the better off for the case. I truly think he's posturing, but we won't know for sure until we get before the magistrate.""My probation officer, and I'm sure the director of the Companion Program would vouch if I needed her to," he grips my hand tighter."You're a business owner?" She asks as she makes some notes in her computer. "Do you own the building?""I am, and I do, outright. I made the last payment three months ago. I'm looking into buying the building next to it," he admits, and I glance over, my mouth agape. "I have a meeting with the ban