Page 67 of Wire
Jovie shuffles closer to me, turning slightly as she reaches me, standing between my legs, allowing me to pick her up and place her in my lap before giving her a morning cuddle. I never knew I’d have such strong feelings for a kid I’d met at the library, but this kid is absolute magic.
“Morning Wire.”
“You ready to get dressed and have some breakfast? We’ll let Remy sleep a little longer, OK?”
“OK.” She nods and places her head in the little crook between my shoulder and jaw, just like Remy does when she snuggles.
Lifting her in my arms, I carry her back to her room, sitting her on the bed while I look for clothes for her.
“Huh. Where did your aunts hide all your clothes, Jovs?”
She giggles before sliding off the bed and leading me to her closet. Opening the door, I can see all her new clothes hanging. Looking down at her, I raise a brow. This is quite a different wardrobe to what my sisters had growing up. Instead of a row of dresses, I’m met with a row of shirts, all with dinosaurs onthe front. Under the dinosaur shirts is a row of cargo pants and shorts, all in different colors. Under that, a couple of pairs of little biker boots. Huh.
“Jovs, how come no dresses? I thought you’d have a wardrobe full of them to match your princess room.”
She giggles at me. “Wire! My princess room is pretty. But you can’t play in dresses. The poofy’s get in the way.”
I shrug at her. I mean, she has a point. “Fair enough kid.”
I hand her all the items she wants, and she goes about getting dressed. I only get the urge to punch things three times, each time when I see a different bruise on her brown skin. I’m glad Remy ended her father. If she didn’t, I would have.
“Take a seat kid, let’s sort this hair, yeah?”
Spraying her hair down with water, I then hit it with the detangling conditioner before combing it out with the wide-toothed comb my sisters recommended. Once it’s detangled, I work all the different creams and oils through it like I did when my sisters were little.
“Right little miss, how do you want your hair today?”
She looks at me before a smile splits her face. “Like yours!”
Grinning, I pull it into a bun on top of her head, securing it with a scrunchie before doing her edges. She rushes to her little mirror, looking at herself from all angles before she claps and dances her way back to me. Throwing her arms around me, she kisses me on the cheek.
“Thanks Wire! I love it sooooo much!”
I grab her, toss her in the air and carry her giggling into the common room, ready for breakfast.
My brothers all call their good mornings to her, holding out big fists for her to bump, or teasing her about falling asleep through the movie last night. She giggles with them all before wriggling down to hug Mama Debs and Pops good morning.
“Looks good on you brother,” Rhodie says as he stands beside me, sorting his breakfast.
“Thanks, man. Feels good too.”
“How’s things?” He raises his brow. I know what he’s asking.
“Not as suffocating. I feel peaceful. Like, I’ll still be an asshole about safety, but it doesn’t feel like such a burden anymore.”
His hand slaps my shoulder as he grins at me. “Good, brother. That’s good.”
Choosing a seat, I place my plate down with Jovie’s next to mine. She comes running, climbs up and starts digging in. My kid is a good eater. I’m about to dig into my own breakfast when I freeze at the vision in the mouth of the hall.
There’s my girl, but she’s not the Remy we’re used to. Gone are the tweed and frumpy skirts and blouses. In their place is a pair of jeans that look like they’ve been sprayed on, highlighting Remy’s thick thighs and shapely legs. Instead of those old lady shoes, her feet are in a pair of black motorcycle boots. Instead of an ill fitting silky blouse with a book brooch, she has on some type of sweater that pulls tight across her amazing tits and accentuates her smaller waist. Instead of letting her jaw length hair sit straight as it usually does, she has pulled it up in a short ponytail, letting her beautiful face be seen.
“Holy shit, it’s like when Sandy in Grease got that makeover,” Judge whispers and I spin to growl at him.
Jovie sees what I’m looking at and claps her hands. “You look beautiful, Remy!” She throws her a thumbs up before putting another fork full of pancake in her mouth.
I want to stand and go to her, but I’m still in so much shock that before I even blink, she’s standing right here in front of me.
“Fuck me, baby, you look, fuck, you look stunning.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her down to me so I can claim her mouth. Pulling back slightly, I remember tomumble, “I loved you before, but this, fuck.” I claim her mouth again until she pulls away, giggling.