Page 36 of Stolen

“You will protect my son’s heart, won’t you?” Santana asked Blossom, touching her hand. Blossom took the woman’s hand and squeezed it.

“I’ll protect it,” Blossom smiled.

“After all he’s been through, Tanner needs a good woman. Most of all he needs to settle down.”

“I think we both need to settle down,” Blossom said. Santana smiled widely.

“Put your babies in this woman Tanner. And that’s an order,” Santana wagged her finger at him. She walked out of the kitchen, leaving them alone.

“Just ignore her Blossom. The woman is crazy! She’s lucky I don’t put her ass in a home,” SynTanner said.

“I dare you to try little boy!” Santana called from the living room. SynTanner could only laugh.

“How’d you sleep baby?” he asked, closing the distance between them. He lifted her chin and kissed her on the mouth lightly.

“Pretty good,” she mused.

“That’s what I want to hear,” he said. “Eat up. Me and momma have something for you.”

“Something besides babies?” Blossom laughed.

“For her to say that means she actually likes you. She would never offer my seed to just any woman. Trust me on that.”

“I actually believe you.” Blossom hurried to finish her breakfast. SynTanner took her plate and coffee mug when she was done, setting them in the sink. She watched him clean up before leading the way to the living room. SynTanner looked at the way she walked.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” SynTanner asked her.

“No. Just sore. But I’m fine.” SynTanner reached forward, putting his hand under her shirt.

“Tanner!” Blossom scolded as he palmed her pussy. His entire hand covered her small mound.

“I’m just petting her,” SynTanner waved her off.

“Stop groping the woman, child,” Santana ordered. SynTanner immediately removed his hand as they entered the living room. Blossom gasped, seeing the array of clothes spread on his navy-blue sectional.

“Momma owns a clothing boutique in town. I knew you didn’t have any clothes and I figured we could save trips to your home being that it’s not a good idea to be there in the first place. I did my best to give your size but she brought a few options for you.”

“Oh, SynTanner I couldn’t ask you to do this! Especially, to take merchandise from her store to give to me,” Blossom gasped.

“Don’t worry about it, dear Blossom. He’s gonna pay me for every piece you take. Not because he has to, but because he wants to show off and prove that he can be a provider. Typical male,” Santana teased.

“Just—choose what you want Blossom,” SynTanner insisted.

“Alright, alright. I will.”

While she shopped the couch for the clothes she wanted, SynTanner looked at his watch. Out of the corner of her eye Blossom saw SynTanner checking his phone and his watch consistently. Did he have somewhere to go?

The clothes his mother had bought for her were all incredibly made and very fashionable. Blossom was surprised that Santana picked out Blossom’s taste perfectly. Everything was beautiful and stylish. Blossom finally chose three dresses, and jeans with different styling of tops.

“Thank you so much Santana,” Blossom smiled.

“Call me momma Santana little lady,” Santana wagged her finger at Blossom.

“Sorry momma Santana,” Blossom gushed.

“Got everything?” SynTanner asked.

“Yes, thanks Tanner,” Blossom said.