"I'm exhausted Tawny."
"Whatever."
"NO!"
"Okay fine. Just please go get some food first." Will ow growled before walking back into the kitchen.
"Tawwy."
"Yes that was your Mama. Remember you call her Mama not Tawny."
"Mama"
"Right. Mama."
"Shit."
I choked on my coffee and spewed it all over the counter top.
"Larissa I told you NOT to say that word. It is a bad, bad word. Ugly."
"Mama shit"
Will ow let out a loud frustrated sigh and covered her face with both her hands. I carried the bowl of cereal over to the table.
"Yes Mama said that word but it isn't nice. Pretty little girls don't say that word," Will ow began explaining.
Sitting the bowl down in front of Larissa, I bent down so I could look her in the eyes. She smiled brightly up at me obviously enjoying the attention.
"I like princesses Larissa. Do you?"
She nodded and clapped, "Pinsesses"
Perfect.
"You know Princesses don't say that bad word.They like to use the word skittles instead."
Larissa studied my mouth a moment as if trying to take that in then her big green eyes lifted back up to mine.
"Skiutles"
"Yep, skittles. It's a princess word."
Larissa beamed and looked at Will ow, "Skiutles!" She announced loudly.
Will ow laughed and nodded.
"Yep skittles," she replied looking less tired. Her eyes shifted to meet mine and she mouthed, "Thank you." I nodded my head and grinned at her before turning and heading back to the kitchen to make the best damn omelet imaginable.
Chapter Eight
Willow
I finished the last bite of my omelet. It had been delicious.
I'd been a little embarrassed by how ravenous I seemed after the first bite but Marcus obviously seemed pleased by my gobbling up the omelet so I thought, screw it, and enjoyed myself. The boy could cook. Larissa had long since finished her cereal and her chocolate milk. She was currently sitting on the floor with Marcus as he stacked up her blocks just so she could knock them down again. He'd moan and act like it was the worst thing ever that she'd knocked down his blocks causing her to giggle louder. He was sweet, he could cook, he was good with kids, he was smart, he had goals, he was freaking perfect. No doubt he'd make some country club daughter a very good husband. That thought felt like I'd just swallowed a brick.
A knock on the door interrupted my dark thoughts and I stood up to go get it. Surely Tawny wasn't already here. I wanted her to get groceries first. Larissa needed food.