Page 92 of Old-Fashioned

And no, that didn’t come from me complaining about anything.

That was just Abel.

He was of the mind that I was home all day with her, and when he was home, it was my time to rest.

I couldn’t have loved him more even if I tried.

Just like right now.

Rilee wouldn’t go to sleep for the night unless she heard her father’s voice.

Standing in the nursery that Abel and I created for our daughter and the only baby we would ever have I smiled.

And as I watched him reading a book to our Baby girl, I saw the soft expression he wore as he gazed down on her.

Some days, I wanted to have another baby with Abel, however, Rilee was all that either of us wanted or needed.

She was simply perfect.

And that thought never changed, not when she had her terrible twos.

Not when she made us want to pull our hair out.

And not when she didn’t want to do something.

Essentially, she was her father’s clone.

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Yes, I loved my car that Abel found for me, and restored.

And Rich loved it too.

Which was why we parked it in the winter months, and in the spring, he had the car, and in the summertime I had it.

I had just cleaned up the breakfast mess as a knock sounded on our door, smiling at my girl, I headed to it, and smiled when I saw Rich standing there.

Opening the door, I stepped into his already open embrace and smiled.

He lowered his head and whispered, “Is she ready?”

I nodded, “Oh yeah.”

Then he lifted his head, winked down at me, and said, “Man, I’m ready for a ride.”

A loud gasp, followed by a giggle, and then little feet in her hot pink fuzzy boots sounded.

Her raven black hair up in pigtails flew with her as she saw Rich, her Pop-Pop and raced to him.

He grinned, lowered at his waist, and when Rilee catapulted herself in his arms, he caught her in his arms, and then stood.

“You ready for a ride.”

Smiling at the two of them as they pulled out of our driveway, and then burned rubber I shook my head, and then got to getting what I wanted.

I started to undress as I walked through the house, and called out, “Abel, your woman needs it hot, and sweaty.”

And just as I said sweaty, I felt him at my back, his bare chest to my bare back.