Rumor Going 'Round (Lyrics and Love #3) - Lind, Samantha Page 0,10
to grill.
“Paisley,” I call down the hall, “are you ready for some lunch?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers as she comes out. Once she reaches the kitchen, she climbs up on one of the bar stools at the counter.
“What would you like today?” I ask as I lean on the counter facing her. I can’t believe just how big she’s gotten lately. She’s turned from a toddler into a big girl practically in the blink of an eye, and I don’t know if I’m okay with it. I can’t believe that at this time next year, she’ll be in kindergarten.
I watch as she makes a funny scrunched up face, obviously thinking hard about what she wants. “PB and J,” she finally states.
“Now, that, I can do,” I tell her, pulling the bread out of the cabinet along with the peanut butter. “Strawberry or grape?” I ask, walking over to the fridge to grab the jelly.
“Strawberry!” she exclaims, wiggling on the stool.
I grab the jelly and make my way back to the counter. I pull out enough bread to make three sandwiches, one for her and two for me.
“Alexa, play country music,” I call out, and music turns on from my smart speaker. We love listening to music while Paisley watches me cook. We’ll often stop to have dance parties when a good song comes on. I start to shake my butt as I spread the peanut butter when a Luke Bryan song comes on, and Paisley falls into a fit of giggles as she watches me. “What’s so funny, baby girl?” I ask as I push a plate across the counter to her. I placed the sandwich, along with half of a banana, on her plate and a glass of milk in front of her. I’ve got this dad shit down to a science some days.
“You’s funny.” She giggles some more. I don’t stop shaking my butt until Luke’s song comes to an end.
“Just trying to keep a smile on your face,” I tell her as I take the stool next to her. We both dig in to the best damn PB and Js out there.
We finish up our lunches, then head outside to play. I’ve got a decent amount of land, with my own pond and trails that we take the quad out on, which Paisley loves doing.
4
Lindsay
“You’ve got some dishing to do.” I smirk at my best friend as she walks through my door. All I got was a text saying she was coming over and bringing wine.
“Food and wine, and then I’ll dish,” Allison says, taking the bags she’s carrying straight to my kitchen. She sets everything down and starts pulling things out. I help her get things assembled; she’s got all the fixings for a charcuterie board. I pull my board out, and I start assembling the meat, cheese, and crackers on it while Allison pulls my wine opener out and cracks the bottle open, pouring both of us a healthy glass.
“Okay, so,” she finally breaks her silence as we make our way into the living room. I carry the board, and she carries our glasses and two plates. I set the board down on my coffee table and take one of the plates and glasses from her hands. “It was a crazy night. I lost count of how many times we did it,” she finally tells me, her cheeks pinking up just a bit.
“So, it was good, then?” I ask, smirking at her.
“Um, yeah. That boy, I mean, man knows how to work it. He was, ahem, very talented, to say the least.”
“Good for you. Way to work it.” Knowing they’ve been circling each other for years, I suspected things were going to be explosive when they finally got together. “So, was it a one-night kind of hook-up, or are y’all going to do it again?” I ask, pun totally intended.
“We didn’t define anything, just left it kind of open-ended,” she tells me, shrugging her shoulders slightly. We both fill our plates and sit back on the couch, turned so we’re facing one another. I pull my legs up so I’m cross-legged, and Allison sits with hers tucked to the side.
“Did you get any sleep?” I prod before taking a sip of my wine.
“Nope,” she says, popping the p. “Well, not until I went home. I shit you not, we probably had sex ten times, and he fucking came every time and made me come. As I said, that man is fucking talented in the bedroom.”