“This is Elijah, Mamaw,” Lucy said.
“Nice to meet you, Elijah.” The older woman offered her hand. I switched the cake to my left hand and shook hers.
“You, too.”
“Come eat. I made dinner.”
“I bought a cake.”
She laughed. “I see that.”
We had a pleasant dinner despite Hadley’s mom embarrassing her and her father scrutinizing me. Two hours later, I walked them up to their apartment with two cakes and a peach cobbler stacked in my arms.
Hadley opened the door and gestured for me to step in. “Thanks for carrying those.”
“No problem.”
“Don’t change clothes until I give you a bath, Lucy,” Hadley said as she tossed her shoes off and ran into the living room.
I placed the cakes and the cobbler on the counter and headed for the door. “I’ll be right back. There’s something I’ve got to get.”
Hadley’s eyebrows knitted together. “Okay?”
I hurried to my house, grabbed the drawing, and rushed back. I was eager to see Lucy’s reaction. Hadley let me in the moment I knocked. “For Lucy.” I handed it to Hadley, and she gasped.
“Oh, Elijah, it’s beautiful.” Hadley shouted, “Lucy! Come see.” She held up the picture frame, admiring the painting with a smile.
“Is that a unicorn?” Lucy walked over and took my gift from Hadley.
“Do you like it?” Lucy was only four, so I was suddenly unsure if she’d like something like this. But when she smiled, I stopped worrying.
“This one is prettier than the horsey books at Mamaw’s house. Can we put it in my room?”
Hadley smiled. “It’s yours. You can put it wherever you want.”
“Can we do my room in unicorns?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Lucy tackled my legs with a hug. “Thank you, Elijah.”
I patted her head. “You’re welcome.” She ran out, taking the drawing with her.
Eli screamed in Hadley’s arms, and I glanced at him. “Don’t be upset. I’ll make you something once we know what you like.”
Grabbing my wallet from my rear pocket, I took out the gift card and handed it to Hadley.
“What is this?” She stared at it, frowning.
“A gift card for my parlor. You said you wanted a tattoo, right? Whatever you want, big or small, just let me know. It doesn’t have to be right now. Whenever you think you’re ready.”
She bit her lip nervously. “Are you sure? Aren’t tattoos really expensive?”
“Yes, but if anyone is going to tattoo you, it’ll be me. I’m not chancing anyone fucking up your perfect skin. I’m serious, Hadley, don’t let anyone else do it, okay? I’m the best, and I’ll do you right.”
She tilted her head, watching me with a small, pleased smile. “Thank you, Elijah. Um, I can’t make an appointment though since I never know when I have free time.”
“If you want, the next time you’re available I’ll make sure you can get your tattoo. No matter if we have to do it early or late.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay.” She repositioned Eli on her hip and waited. “Would you like to stay and watch a movie or something?”
Was Hadley asking me to watch a movie?
“You have no idea how much I’d love that, but I got to get caught up on some graphic designs.”
Her smile waned. “Okay.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her if maybe she’d like to bring them over to my house and watch TV while I got caught up. Just having them close would be enough for me. But we weren’t there yet.
Before that could happen, I had to tell Hadley how I felt about her. I didn’t want to be just her friend—never did if I were being honest. Her age and kids didn’t matter to me.
“How about tomorrow?” I offered.
Her eyes brightened, putting everything in perspective for me. “My sister’s coming in tomorrow. She’s a teacher and wanted to visit us for a few days before school starts back next week. If not for that, I’d love to.”
“Next week, then?”
“Next week.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hadley
“I met your man friend earlier.”
Dread and jealousy churned in my stomach with Olivia’s words as I got into her car. I didn’t know where it came from, but the only man friend I had was Elijah. My older sister was gorgeous. I wondered if Olivia was his type. I bet she was. I wondered if he’d ask her out? These thoughts, coming out of nowhere, irritated me. Olivia was my rock, and she’d never intentionally hurt me, but if those two got together, I’d have to move away and never speak to either of them again.
“Elijah?” I murmured. “Did he flirt or something…?” I couldn’t believe I said that.
“He asked if you needed him to pick you up, but Aunt Olivia told him she’d do it,” Lucy said while Olivia grinned, oddly amused.
I had asked him on my birthday if he’d leave the car seats with me so we could use them while Olivia was in town. That was three days ago, and I hadn’t spoken to him in person since then. He’d texted me asking about Lucy, Eli, and me. It was like Elijah was checking up on us.
“You really like Elijah, don’t you, my Lucy?” Olivia asked as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot.
“Yeah. He’s my best friend.”
My heart stuttered. He’s my best friend.
And that was all it took to amplify my own feelings for Elijah Parker. A yearning took hold of me every time he left. I missed Elijah when he wasn’t around. Just once, I’d like to be the person brave enough to ask him to stay. Just once, I’d like to accept his help without questioning it.
“What about you, Hadley?”
“Huh?” I was in a daze.
“What do you think of him?”
“I think he’s too good to be true.”
Olivia smiled. “That means he’s your mommy’s best friend too, Lucy!”
“He likes us,” Lucy agreed.
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“Hmmm,” Olivia muttered with Eli asleep on her chest. It was after eight o’clock. Olivia watched the same movies Lucy made Elijah watched. Then, I gave the kids a bath.
“What?” I asked her.
“You haven’t been telling me everything.”
“What do you mean?”
“About Elijah. You’re totally hot for him.”
“Shh!” I hissed, eyes staring toward Lucy’s room. “Will you be quiet? You know Lucy repeats everything she hears and not by accident. My kid’s a menace.”
She chuckled. “But seriously, sis, what are you doing? He’s into you big time. How can you not tell? You’ve got him at your beck and call. You should have seen his face when Lucy ran to him while cutting his grass. I heard it when he asked about you.” Olivia sighed and her gaze flickered toward the ceiling. “He’s completely smitten with you guys.”
I tried to see it through my sister’s eyes. The way Elijah helped us and just came over to be around. It was strange. If he wasn’t interested in us why would he do those things? It definitely wasn’t just about friendship, no matter what Elijah claimed. But still…
“You’ve seen Elijah. Why would he possibly want me? I know I’m not the worst thing to look at, but I’m not the prettiest either. And I’m a mom.”
“Oh my God. You kill me. If you’re ugly, then I’m ugly since everyone thinks we’re twins. We’re not hideous.” She huffed, pointing at my chest. “Not only are you gorgeous, but pregnancy also has given you a bangin’ body. See those bazookas and those hips? He’s probably salivating every time he’s near you and afraid of scaring the skirmish single mom. Admit it. I bet he looks at you, and I don’t mean glimpses, but full-on stares.”
My face heated. “His staring is intense, but I’ve gotten used to it.” Not really. I simply looked away, so I didn’t feel things.
“Okay, that’s it.” Sitting up with Eli still sleeping on her chest, she grabbed my phone off the cof
fee table and tossed it at me. “This has to stop.”
“What?”
“Hadley, you’re bursting out of your seams. You’re not only beautiful, but you’re a capable woman and a fantastic mom. Who wouldn’t want to be with you? Call him and ask him to take you somewhere. Go to his house or something. Anything.”
My eyes widened and glanced at the phone like it would give me the plague. “Are you crazy? It’s almost nine. What would I ask him to do?”
“You said he’s been over and watched a movie this late so what’s wrong with going to his house right next door or letting him take you out?”
I frowned, feeling scared and a little excited about the possibility. “I don’t know. We’re friends. I don’t want to ruin that.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Well, go be friends with him. I’ll be here with Lucy and Eli. And if you stay out all night, it’s not like you can’t come home first thing in the morning since he’s right next door.” She winked. “Stop thinking. I can see it in your eyes that you really want to do it. For one second, be a woman and admit what you want. Don’t you want to see how he is with you alone? He’s good with Lucy. Why not find out how good he can be to you? It’s not a crime to do that. You’re still the most amazing mom even if you take a moment for yourself. You’re so wound up over what a parent should and shouldn’t do. I know it’s because of Scott and his mean-ass family. They make you feel inadequate, and you’re scared of them using Elijah against you. Am I right?”
Panic seized my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. I recalled my phone conversation with Lilly the other day.
Scott told me you have a man around Lucy. Do you know how dangerous men are these days? Heard he was a drug addict with tattoos.
I won’t sit back and let my grandbabies be around someone like that.
Scott’s mom’s idle threats always had a way of terrifying me. Lucy and Eli were mine. But even before Scott and I split up, his mother always had her own input when it came to parenting. It was stressful and only got worse when I made it clear that Scott and I were not getting back together. She kept hinting that she’d take the kids from me. I didn’t think she could, but it scared and enraged me. How did she think she had the right?
Olivia’s words were one hundred percent true. Scott told his mom about Elijah and they both had opinions. I hadn’t spoken to Scott’s mom since. When she wouldn’t shut up, I hung up on her. I only answered Scott through text messages. Things were already a mess with those two. Elijah would be an issue Scott and his family would throw in my face, regardless. Scott had wanted them that weekend, but I denied him. I wanted the kids there for Olivia plus the awful way he acted last time we’d seen him was enough for me to stand my ground.
“They’ll cause problems,” I finally muttered.
She nodded. “They will. It’s all they know how to do.”
Stopping myself from crying, I agreed. My voice, just like the truth, was sad. Ever since Scott had saw Elijah, it’s been awful.
“So, how about you do what you want, anyway? Your kids will be with you, regardless.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I’m sure he’s busy, anyway.” I unlocked my phone and thought of what I should say to him. Suddenly I remembered.
Hadley: Are you busy?
He responded immediately.
Elijah: Not for you. Everything okay?
The tension in my shoulders eased. What came next felt natural.
Hadley: Is it too late for that tattoo? I don’t know when I’ll have a chance like this. My sister offered to stay here with Lucy and Eli.
Elijah: I’ll be there in thirty.
When he disconnected, I slowly lowered the phone. My face was strangely heated. “He said he’d be here in thirty minutes.”
“That was fast,” Olivia chuckled.
I jumped off the couch. “I need to shave. I’m not sure where I want a tattoo.”
She gasped. “You’re getting a tattoo tonight? You rebel.” As I rushed to my bedroom, Olivia yelled, “Do you have any milk pumped for Eli? I don’t want to leave the little guy missing his mom’s tit.”
“Yeah. In the fridge and freezer.”
Thinking of Eli’s needs, I remembered Lucy. I stopped searching for something to wear and stepped into her room. She was playing with her dolls. “Lucy?”
“Huh?” She looked up at me.
How should I tell her? I didn’t want to just walk out without saying I was leaving. She would hate that, but if I said I was going somewhere with Elijah, I knew she’d want to go. “Mommy’s going out with Elijah. He’s taking me to get a tattoo.”
“Like his?” she asked and stood. “Can I go?”
Having kids made it hard to do things for myself. Lucy always wanted to be included in whatever I did.
“How about you and I order some pizza before they stop delivering? Mommy and Elijah can show us her tattoo when she gets home.” Olivia said from the doorway.
“Can I get one?” Lucy asked.
“If you still want one when you’re older, you can.”
“I don’t think the demons will be cool on you like they are on Elijah,” Lucy said.
I laughed. “Yeah, I want something prettier.”
“Hurry back, okay?” she whispered sweetly.
I pinched her cheek. “I will.”
“Elijah, too.”
“Elijah what?” I asked her, confused.
“Tell him to hurry, too. He’s been taking too long to come visit.”
Olivia and I shared an odd expression between us, then my sister smiled.
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“Is this okay?” I whispered as he unlocked the parlor door and flipped on the light switch. The fluorescent lights came on, illuminating my pale skin.
Glancing over his shoulder at me, he smirked. “Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I’m the owner, and I say it’s fine.” He tossed his keys on the countertop.
I rubbed my hands on my thighs. “I know tattooing is safe for breastfeeding since the ink doesn’t transfer into the milk, but that doesn’t change the risk of infections, diseases—”
“Okay, my cute, timid nurse.” He faced me, stepping closer. “I’m legit, baby. I take what I do seriously. Just because I brought you here tonight doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything any differently. You’ll sign a waiver as any other person would. I’ll get a copy of your I.D. and signature. You’ll sit and watch me open everything to know that it’s new. I run a sterile shop. The only thing that you’re responsible for is aftercare.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
“I know.” He pulled out a stool for me, and we both sat at the counter. “Do you know what you want?”
“No,” I admitted with a fake cough. My ears were hot like they were getting red. “This was all kind of spontaneous.”
“How about something small? I’ll work you up to the bigger ones later on.”
I arched a brow at him. “Are you trying to cover me in them?”
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “My ink all over you is an enticing thought, but it’s always about what you want.”
I forgot my left from my right. His words turned my mind into mush. “Okay. What do you think I should get?”
He bristled. “It’s not about me or anyone else. This is about you. You think enough on a daily basis about everyone else. Anytime you’re with me, think of you.” He leaned over and grabbed a sketch pad and pencil. “A greedy or spoiled you doesn’t sound too bad,” he mused, tipping his head up.
I couldn’t fight the smile. “Stop.”
He pinned me with a heated stare. “What do you like so we can figure this out? What would you not mind having on your skin forever?”
I made a ‘hmm’ sound in my throat, still smirking as I thought about it. “I like pretty things.”
“Pretty things?” There was a mocking tone to his voice.
“Don’t laugh a
t me. I don’t know. I want it to be something pretty, but it has to be important to me. Maybe Lucy and Eli’s name?”
He did another thoughtful nod as he studied his sketchpad. “I agree. Beautiful people need beautiful art on them.”
“I like yours. There are so many. I know I haven’t seen all of them, but I really love your tattoos.” Did I sound a little breathless?
He looked up. “You’ll get around to seeing them all,” he said gruffly before focusing back on his notebook.
What? My heart raced. I could practically hear the blood pumping in my ears.
“How about an infinity sign with Lucy and Eli’s name wrapped into it on each end? I know it’s cliché and overused, but I’d give it my own twist. And later on, if you have more kids, we can add another infinity sign joining them together.” He tapped his pencil rapidly against the paper, not meeting my eyes.
“I never thought about having more than two,” I told him.
He stilled and glanced up. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “But that was when I thought I’d always be with Scott. Now I don’t know. It’s a scary thought. To start over, especially taking a chance with a different man. What if he didn’t stick around or cheated on me like Scott did? I never imagined I’d be a woman that would have kids with different fathers either. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but until Scott cheated, I foolishly thought he would be my one and only.” I smacked my hands against my thighs and sighed. “Ugh. Sorry. I tend to say too much around you. But I think I’d like the infinity sign. Could you draw it so that I could see if I’d like it?”
Shaking his head, Elijah coughed and looked back down. “Yeah. I can draw something.” He started sketching before pausing again. “It really hurts hearing that someone as beautiful and vibrant as you was ever with someone who—"
He stopped, took a deep breath, but just resumed drawing.
What was he going to say?
“I don’t regret anything, you know. That would mean forsaking Lucy and Eli, and they are the best parts of me.”
He slowly smiled. “I think your best parts are all of you.”
“Does that include Lucy and Eli?” I held my breath.
“I said all parts of you, did I not?” He frowned. “I’m offended you’d ask that.”
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