by Rye Hart
“Wise words for someone your age,” I said. “Sounds like you have years and years of dating experience under your belt to draw from.”
“Or maybe I'm just wise beyond my years?” she said, smiling. “That's what my dad says at least. I honestly haven't dated too many guys. They're all just obnoxious and immature.”
I laughed. The thought of someone as beautiful as Emma not dating, was funny. She could have her pick of men, and now that she was in her early twenties, she didn't have to stay home all the time or follow her parent's rules like she did before. She could do what she wanted and no doubt, had a line of guys salivating at the chance to date her.
But I could see what her father meant about her. She actually was wise beyond her years.
“I would like to say that the older you get, the less obnoxious they get, but that would be a lie,” I said.
“See? Even you admit your gender kinda sucks,” she said. “I'm pretty sure I'm going to be alone forever.”
“I doubt that,” I said.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. She was a beautiful woman. Sometimes I still thought of her as a child, but she was very much a woman now. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her, and was somewhat ashamed and embarrassed that I couldn't. She was the daughter of my good friend – a girl I'd watched grow up and blossom into the knockout woman sitting before me.
“Me, on the other hand?” I said, clearing my throat. “Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm going to grow old and alone with only my kids to take care of me.”
“Puh-lease,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You're just too picky. Not that it's a bad thing, but once you're ready to love again, you will find someone and be very happy. I just know it. You're a catch, Mr. Pratt.”
“Marcus,” I said. “Please, call me Marcus. You're an adult now, no need to make me feel like an old man with titles and all that.”
“Marcus,” she said, letting my name roll off her tongue. “Well, Marcus, believe me when I say that you're a catch. You'll find someone worthy of you and your kids.”
She started packing up her things, and as she bent down to put her phone away in her bag, I stared at that tight ass of hers, and then felt ashamed immediately afterward. It had been too long since I'd been with a woman, but that was no excuse to be staring at Emma's ass like a lecherous old man.
“Thanks again, Emma,” I said, getting up to see her to the door.
I paid her as if I'd been gone all evening, even though I'd actually only been gone for a couple hours. She stared down at the money in hand and tried to hand some of it back.
“You gave me too much,” she said. “I wasn't here that long.”
“No, it's fine,” I said. “Consider it a tip for all the advice you've given me tonight.”
I had to admit, I'd enjoyed her company more than Stacey's earlier in the evening. Our conversation had been nice and I found that I was actually sad to see Emma go.
Wow. I really was turning into a creepy old man.
CHAPTER SIX
“It's Saturday, daddy!” Zoey said as she bounded into my room. It wasn't even a six in the morning yet, and there she was, wide awake and ready to go. “Time to go to the beach for our first lesson!”
“Oh honey,” I said with a laugh. “It's way too early. We have an appointment to go later this afternoon, okay?”
She pouted. “How many hours is that?”
“About six,” I said. “Six hours from now, sweetheart.”
“That's too many,” she pouted.
“Well, we need to eat breakfast first,” I said. “And then daddy needs to get a little work done before we go out and play.”
“Could Emma come over and watch us outside while you work at least?”
“I can ask her,” I said. “But no promises, okay? Emma has a life of her own now too.”
Giggling like mad, Zoey dashed back to her room and I crawled out of bed. Six in the morning was sleeping in for me, but I never felt rested, no matter how much sleep I got. I threw on some clothes, ran a hand through my mess of hair, and went downstairs to make breakfast for the kids.
From the moment I stepped into the kitchen, I was treated to the constant barrage of “Is Emma up yet? Can Emma come over now?”
“It's too early, Zoey,” I said. “Normal people sleep in on Saturdays, you know.”
“Are you saying we're not normal?” she asked, hands on her hips, an indignant look on her face.
Zack laughed and I couldn't help but smile at his sister's attitude as I gave them their breakfast; oatmeal with fresh fruit. I still did my best to feed them like Gina would, if she were still alive, which meant, mostly healthy food options. I made sure to put in the effort, even though I had hardly any time to prepare meals most days. I did it because it was what Gina would have wanted. She didn't believe in feeding the kids a lot of junk food or processed garbage, so I did my best. It wasn't always easy and there were nights I opted for pizza or burgers, but I did what I could.
“Eat your breakfast,” I said, ruffling her hair as I sat down to my coffee.
I tried not to laugh, I didn't want to encourage her sassiness, even though it entertained me most of the time. Zoey had a fiery spirit and most definitely kept me on my toes, that was for sure. She was going to be a handful as a teenager, I could see it already, was I dreading it.
Yet as I stared at her, I couldn't help but see a lot of her mother's spirit in her. And God, I knew Gina would be so proud of her. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched my kids eat their breakfast, cheerful and happy, filling my home with laughter and sunshine. Some days were tougher than others, no question about it, but I wouldn't trade what I had for the world. These two little bundles of energy were my heart, my life.
Sometimes, I wondered why God took Gina instead of me. She was more deserving of sharing moments like these with the kids, more deserving of being with these two beautiful children than I was. She had a certain ease with them. She had been a natural. It should have been Gina there with them, not me.
A little while later, after I'd showered and gotten the kids dressed, I stepped out back and saw that Riley was out in her own backyard.
“Hey Riley,” I said. “Good morning. How are you?”
“I'm good,” she said.
She and a boy I presumed was her boyfriend, were sitting in the backyard by the pool, sharing a lounge chair. She was practically on top of him.
“Umm so, I was wondering if Emma was around?”
“No,” Riley said, her voice flat, as if she didn't want to be bothered. “She's at work.”
As soon as Zoey heard the response, she burst into hysterics. “But I want Emma,” she said, her voice a high-pitched whine and her lower lip jutting out.
“Honey, I told you Emma has a life too,” I said gently. “Remember? I said no promises.”
Riley laughed, and I turned my attention back to her, but I realized she wasn't laughing at my kids, she was laughing at her boyfriend who was nuzzling and kissing her neck. His hands were on her breasts and they were looking a little too cozy with my kids only a few feet away. Even if they couldn't see over the fence, they could hear what was going on, and I was afraid of where things were going with them.
“Come on, Zoey,” I said. “Let me put on a movie.”
“I don't wanna! I want Emma,” she said, but she followed me inside anyway, pouting the entire time.
“We're going to the beach in a few hours,” I said.
I was already fearing the work that would pile up while we were out, but I suppressed my instant urge to cancel in favor of getting work done. I reasoned with myself that it couldn't be helped and I'd have plenty of time to catch up on work later. I needed to do this for the kids; for all of us. Obviously, considering Zoey's mood swings that morning, she needed a break from the monotony of her own life every bit as much as I needed a break from mine.
It was obvious we all needed to get out of the house and do something fun together, even if only for a few
hours.
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Zoey was in better spirits as we drove toward the Huntington Beach pier. She was singing songs, making her brother laugh, and seemed to have already forgotten all about not getting her way and seeing Emma earlier. I looked at them in the rearview mirror and knew this was the right decision. Work could wait, my kids couldn't. And as I parked my car, the smile on her face only reinforced and validated that decision in my own mind.
My clients would just have to wait a bit longer for the financials to get approved. It was Saturday and technically, my day off so they shouldn't be expecting them until Monday anyway. But I had busy, demanding clients who never seemed to take time off and always wanted something done yesterday.
Ordinarily, I was happy to oblige. But not today. Today was a day for my kids. They deserved to have me present.
Our spirits were high and I managed to forget all about work as we walked toward the beach, relishing the feel of the sand between our toes. It was a lovely day, as usual for Southern California. Nice and warm, mid-eighties with the sun high overhead and very little cloud cover. With a kid holding each hand, we walked toward the lifeguard station where we were told to meet out instructor. We were a little bit early, so I let the kids play in the waves for a while as I watched them from a distance. As I watched them splashing and playing, laughing and giggling with one another, I once again wished that Gina was there to witness it and to share in that special moment.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” a familiar voice called to me from behind.
I turned and saw Emma heading toward us carrying a surfboard and wearing a wetsuit; a skintight wetsuit that showed off all her curves and made me feel like a pervert for staring.
“Uhh well, I signed the kids and I up for surfing lessons,” I said.
“Huh,” Emma said, pulling out a notebook and staring at what was written inside intently for a moment. “It said the name was Bratt. Mark Bratt.”
“Wait, you're our – ”
“Looks like it,” she said. “Family of three. Dad, a daughter, and a little boy. I should have put two-and-two together. Simon is such an idiot, he obviously wrote your name down wrong. I swear, that guy is stoned twenty-four hours a day.”
I stood there, in stunned silence as I realized my friend's daughter, I reminded myself, was going to be teaching us how to surf. Yes, technically I'd signed up to learn alongside my kids, but the thought of Emma teaching me, and likely watching me suck at it, did something to my ego that I didn’t like.
As soon as Zoey saw Emma, she rushed over, Zack right behind her.
“Emma!”
“Zoey-Bean!” Emma said, kneeling down to hug her. “Guess who's going to be teaching you two how to surf?”
“You are?” Zoey was so excited, she could hardly contain herself. Her eyes were wide with joy and the smile on her face was brighter than the sun. “Daddy, did you know this?”
“Nope, I'm as surprised as you are.”
Something in my voice must have given away my unease because Emma stood up and addressed me.
“If you're not comfortable with this, I understand.”
“Oh no, the kids love you and trust you. So do I,” I said and meant it. “I think it's great. It's a really wonderful stroke of luck.”
“The book said you're also signed up for lessons,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
There was a smile on her lips and she was trying really hard to contain it.
“Yeah, I think I might watch. At first,” I said. “Not sure surfing is really my thing.”
“Oh, shut up,” she said, playfully punching me in the arm. “You're a natural athlete, you'll pick it up in no time flat. You're already in great shape, and have balance and coordination. You'd be easy to teach. Trust me. I am a professional after all.”
The idea of failing in front of Emma was not something that appealed to me. I found myself feeling like I needed to be a macho guy around her; like I needed to impress her. It was irrational and I knew it, but it was there nonetheless.
“Maybe another time,” I said. “I'd rather the kids start out and we'll go from there.”
“You're the boss,” she said with a wink. “But just remember, I won't judge. Everyone has to start somewhere.”
Yeah. Easier said than done though, when you're approaching middle-age and the instructor is an attractive twenty-something who you see on a regular basis.
“Go on,” I said, waving her on. “Zoey is anxious to get started.”
Emma walked toward the ocean, holding not her surfboard, but a bodyboard, and had each of my kids carry their smaller ones alongside her. She was teaching them the first rule of surfing – how to properly carry your board and taking care not to hit anyone with it on your way to the waves.
I couldn't help but smile at how excited they were. Even as Zack looked back at me, I could tell he was already more comfortable learning to surf now that Emma was the one teaching him. I loved how good she was with the kids. She really took to them and they to her; they had an obviously natural connection.
If only I could find a woman like her, maybe I could find love again. But I knew that Emma was special and there really weren't all that many women like her out there, especially women my own age. She had an intelligence and a way about her that defied her age that I didn't see in most of the women I'd gone out with. The fact that she was so much younger than me often blew my mind. Her parents were right about her – she was wise beyond her years.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EMMA
I knew why Marcus changed his mind and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, although, not in front of him, of course. He'd changed his mind about taking a lesson with me because of his oh-so-manly pride. Because to him, I was probably always going to be that little girl next door, and God forbid I teach him something for a change.
Men and their fragile little egos.
He was sitting on the sand watching us, and I hoped to God he could see that I was no longer a little girl. I was a grown woman and this is what I did. I'd been surfing since I was his kids’ ages. My dad was a lover of the waves and had brought Riley and me out here often. Riley was never as interested as I was and never really took to it like I had. She preferred her track and field to surfing. I, on the other hand, was born for the waves and the sand. To me, there was nothing more amazing and magical than being on the water. Swimming, body boarding, surfing, paddle boarding, I'd do any of that before I'd run on a track or jump over hurdles. Put me in a kayak before you put me on a field. Surfing was in my bones and was what I was born to do.
I started off by showing the kids how to body board, starting out slowly and getting them over their fear of the waves. Watching them getting into it made me smile. I'd never felt happier. It reinforced the idea that college was simply not for me. As I watched the kids splashing about, that much was clear.
When we were finished for the day, Zoey asked me, “So when do we actually get to surf, Emma?”
“In time. You have to work up to it. It's not nearly as easy as it looks,” I said. “But don't worry, you'll be surfing in no time. You're a natural.”
“Maybe daddy could come out with us next time?” she asked, her dad walking up to us.
“I just enjoy watching you learn,” he said.
Silly man, I thought. Too afraid to make a mistake in front of me or his kids.
“Are you scared, daddy?” little Zack asked him, staring up with wide eyes.
That was a trick question right there. If he admitted he was scared, Zack might be more fearful too, and he was already a little scared of the water to begin with. That was why we'd stayed close to the shore and I'd stayed with him the entire time.
“Not at all,” Marcus said.
“Then why not join us?” Zoey piped in.
“Because – ” he was trying hard to think of a logical reason.
“Because you're scared. Admit it, daddy, you're scared,” Zoey said, laughing. “We're braver than daddy, Zack!”
Zack just stared at his father, the fear growing in his own eyes. As he seemed to be contemplating the fact that his dad was scared, I could see him questioning whether or not he should keep trying. “Listen, buddy,” Marcus said, pulling his son close. “I'm not scared, I just think Emma has her hands full with the two of you.”
“Not really,” I said and flashed him a mischievous smile to let him know I wasn't going to let him get away with his excuse. “I teach larger groups all the time. When I was in San Diego, I often did classes for companies, and – ”
“I get the idea,” Marcus said, clearly dismayed that I hadn't aided and abetted his excuses.
“So, you'll join us next time, daddy?” Zack asked.
I could tell Marcus was stuck between a rock and a hard place of his own creation. I certainly wasn't about to give him an easy way out. I didn't know why I wanted to challenge his sense of masculine pride so badly, but I did. Maybe it was so that he'd realize I wasn't just some dumb little girl who lived next door to him. Maybe it was so he'd realize I was a grown up, that I had become someone he should trust and respect. Maybe then, he would look at me and see a woman he would want to spend time with. So, I just stood there, my hands on my hips, unable to keep the amused smile off my lips as I waited for a response.
“Sure,” Marcus said, a lopsided grin on his face. “I suppose I have no choice, do I?”
“Great! See you next Saturday then? Same time, same place?” I asked, a wide smile spreading across my face.
“Yep, we'll see you then,” Marcus said. “Or rather, we'll probably see you before then, because you know – ”
“I know,” I said with a wink. “You can't live without me.”
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“You'll never guess who I'm giving surfing lessons to?” I asked my dad over dinner.
“Who's that?” he said.
“The Pratts,” I said brightly. “It's mostly Zoey and Zack, though. Their father is too chicken to join us right now, but I'm hoping to change that.”
