Page 61 of Ky
Getting to my feet, I slide into my Skechers that had been placed conveniently by the door. A soft smile plays around my lips—just more proof of how good this man truly is.
Walking outside, I spot Ky pacing, a cigarette between his fingers as he talks on the phone. When he sees me, he quickly ends the call and stubs out the cigarette on the sole of his boot. I swallow my nerves, wishing my stomach didn’t do somersaults every time I simply saw him.
Silently, we walk side by side the short distance to the house at the end of the street that belonged to Chains and Zoe. I walk upthe path toward the front door, just reaching it when I notice Ky had stopped.
Turning to look at him, I know he’s waiting for me to go inside before he turns, intending to leave. Shaking my head, I walk back down the path toward him, a slow smile spreading on my face when I see the confusion on his.
Taking him by the hand, I drag him back toward the door. “We’re doing this together,” I tell him. “I want you to meet your daughter.” With those words, he stops pulling back and lets me guide him to the door.
By this time, the door had opened, and Zoe was standing there, watching our interaction with a look of curiosity on her face. Her hair, like mine, was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, but where my hair was a dark brown, hers was red.
“Good of you guys to finally join us,” she drawls, as a tiny tornado in a frilly dress pushes past her and runs at full speed toward me.
“Watch out for Mommy,” Zoe calls out to the little girl, who stops when she is right by me and hugs my legs. I really want to pick her up, but because my ribs still felt tender, I can’t.
Ky bends down and picks Willow up in his strong tattooed arms. A ball of emotion sticking in my throat when I see them together, knowing what this means. Seeing them like this, I wonder how I ever thought I could keep father and daughter apart when they look so much alike.
“Hey there, baby girl. Mommy’s not feeling well, so I hope you don’t mind me carrying you?” he says to her. She answers by throwing her tiny arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Mommy says that we’re going to stay with you from now on,” she says, as he smiles softly at her.
A smile I know is only reserved for her.
I can’t help the blush that stains my cheek after my child outs me to the man I’ve wanted for such a long time. He looks at me, and his mouth tips up into a grin before turning his attention back to Willow.
“Would you like that? To live with me?” She smiles shyly and nods her head.
Ky quickly turns away and heads up the path with her still in his arms. They seem to be already inseparable.
“Good. Because I want that too,” he tells her, hugging her close.
Going inside, Finn is in front of the TV, but when he sees Ky, he jumps up and throws himself at his father. Ky picks Finn up like he and Willow together weigh less than a feather.
I could swear I feel my ovaries explode.
“Daddy.” He beams a smile at Ky, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst. Unshed tears in my eyes.
“Hey, little man, I missed you.” He hugs the boy tightly, and I can see there’s a lot of love there. Pulling back, he looks his son in the eyes and says, “I want you to meet someone.” Finn becomes shy suddenly, leans his head on Ky’s shoulder and stares in my direction.
“This is my friend Sera, she’s Willow’s mom.”
My hand beckons him forward, a bright smile playing on my lips as I wait. The weight in my chest lifts as he accepts, and I exhale deeply, thankful that he didn't reject me.
“Hello, Finn, it’s so nice to meet you,” I say sincerely, before standing to my full height.
Leaving father and son to get reacquainted after being apart for a few weeks, Zoe and I head for the kitchen, a baker's delight, with all stainless-steel appliances and even two ovens.
The smell of cinnamon cookies baking makes me salivate.
“Take a seat.” She offers, motioning to the chairs around the kitchen table.
“Where’s Chains?” Ky asks, leaving Finn and Willow sitting next to each other, playing with Leggo, while Bella sleeps peacefully in her bouncer.
Zoe chuckles. “He’s outside cleaning the grill. We’re planning a club get together next weekend. You guys will obviously be there.”
“Of course,” Ky answers for the both of us, giving me a wink before he saunters out to the backyard.
“What’s going on here?” I ask, motioning to the baked goods covering the island and every available space of the bench top. To my surprise, Zoe blushes.