Summer Rain by Taylor Broadway (read an ebook week txt) 📖

a Hubba Bubba gum wrapper for her to give to me. I told her to keep it because two months ago, I didn't want it. Obviously she kept it, and was using it. How many times had she used it before?

"What'd you tell him," I looked at her sternly, "every word exactly?"

She looked off into space, pondering my question. For a seven-year-old she sure had a lot of emotions and facial expressions. She ponders and loves, well maybe loves.

"I told him you were no longer interested and that if he needed a shoulder to cry on, I'd be the for him," she giggled.

"Hmm, you are too serious about this love thing aren't you?"

"Very, when you have love in front of you well you can't just sit and look at it, you have to grab it," she was quoting something.

"Where'd you here that at," whoever she heard it from was so, so right.

"Mom's TV show that she watches at noon every day," Lilly smiled.

I stood up off my too comfortable bed and plopped down in front of her. She looked at me seriously, she was definitely not playing. I didn't know if I should laugh or ask Lilly how she got a hold of a phone. My first thought, the phone. Second thought burst out laughing. I went with the second thought.

Lilly didn't think it was funny. Again she just pouted at me, like earlier. I couldn't help it though. It seemed that Aiden had a great effect on women. That could be a bad thing for me. Thinking about Aiden made me sad.

"Let's go play tea party," I stood up and offered my hand to Lilly.

"Fine, but since you laughed at me, you get served last," she pouted.

I tried not to laugh. It wasn't that hard, I'd be depressed until tomorrow when I saw him. I know how corny I sound, babbling on about how much I miss him. He has me totally, way over the top, whipped. I love it, and I love him.

I partied as hard as you can at a fake tea party for a seven-year-old. I was trying to make the best of it, trying to make time go by so much faster. I pretended to enjoy the tea with Mr. Fluffy, a giraffe and Ms. Noodles, the monkey, along with Lilly. I have to give Lilly some credit, she had a great imagination.

Her creativity helped my mind stray from how much I missed Aiden. I played along with her little skit, and it was cute. It was like the time at the church with Aiden and his sister. Of course, while thinking about that, I began to think more about Aiden. Imaginative play can only distract me for so long; I am a teenager of the 21st century, easily distracted.

After the super extravagant tea party, we had dinner. Mary made amazing soup, but no one talked about it. The whole table stayed quiet until, of course, Lilly broke the silence.

"Daddy," she pulled his attention away from his food with her angelic little girl's voice.

"Hmm sweetheart," he looked at her with wide eyes.

"I'm ready to get married," Lilly stated.

Mary was the only one that laughed, but she stopped once she didn't hear the rest of us laugh. It was one long awkward moment. I played with my soup, my mom stared at my dad and my dad stared at Lilly. Lilly sat, looking back at my dad, her hands folded in front of her bowl.

"Lilly," my dad was struggling to talk, "who would you like to marry."

It was about to get ten times more awkward now. If she was going to say who I thought she was, she might get grounded too.

"Aiden, of course daddy," she stated adding that 'isn't it obvious' tone.

"Lilly, Aiden is too old for you," my mom tried to make an argument.

"He's older than Aubri but she can date him," Lilly whined.

"Well right now they're on a break," my dad looked at me.

"I know, and I'm taking advantage of it," Lilly's vocabulary was larger than I thought.

My dad was taken aback by her plan. We all were taken back by it. She had cleverly thought of a plan to get a boy she "loved". Sound like anyone? I bet my parents were thinking it too.

"Lilly, you're seven, we aren't having this discussion," my dad ended the conversation.

Lilly pouted, her lower lip trembling. She let one, sad, little tear slide down her cheek before wailing and running over to Mary. Lilly's sobs didn't distract my dad from enjoying his soup. He sipped at his now luke warm soup and stared out the large window. It was a scene from a movie, only the girl was a tad bit too young to be crying over her father's disapproval of a boy.

That should be me actually. Begging my daddy like Ally did in "The Notebook" for his approval of the man she loved. Although daddy never disapproved of Aiden, not to my knowledge. He just watched me over the past month and a half gleam and smile after I talked to Aiden. He never said a word.

Of course dad was a man of few words. The only words he needed to say were cotton, money and act like an adult. Other than that, his vocabulary was dense. That's what I loved about him, he stayed quiet. Even if he didn't like Aiden, he wasn't going to say it, yet.

It would be nice to know what dad thinks about him. If he likes Aiden. Now wouldn't be the right time to ask, the whole boxers thing would make it an even more awkward conversation. I know how my mom feels about Aiden, or felt. She thought he was a sweet gentleman, and she only wished that his life was easier for him. But again, that was before the boxers.

"I'll put her to sleep," Mary was cradling Lilly in a strange position.

"Thank you Mary," my mom frowned at poor Mary trying to carry Lilly.

My dad scooted his chair back and walked towards Mary. He took Lilly out of her arms and Lilly threw a mini tantrum, but eventually she just lay in his arms. He walked her up the stairs and Mary followed quickly behind. All that was left was me and my mom at the dinner table.

I pushed a piece of chicken around the noodles in my soup quietly. My mom slurped at her soup a little. It was very quiet and extremely awkward. I'd never not been able to talk to my mom, but now it seemed like if I did she wouldn't listen. This all happened in a matter of hours too.

Yesterday I tell her about me and Aiden arguing a lot and she comforts me. Then come the boxers. Now she won't look at me or speak. I don't know what to do. I don't want to leave, I want to talk. But I have a pretty good feeling that she doesn't want to listen.

I scooted my chair back and laid my spoon down next to the bowl. I pushed my chair back against the table, making a lot of noise to see if she'll even scold me. Not a word or a glare slipped from her. I started to walk up to my room.

It's sad that my mom's relationship with me transformed that quickly. The over exaggerated emotions I've been having kicked into gear and I started to cry. I cried as I walked up the second flight of stairs. I cried as I crashed onto my bed. I was crying so much I was giving myself a headache.

I started to doze off, my head throbbing, my nose runny. But I kept myself awake. I watched the sun set out my window. I heard Mary leave and my parents head to bed. My head was throbbing, as tired as I made myself, I couldn't sleep at all.

I starred at my ceiling thinking about nothing. There wasn't anything for me to think about. I didn't want to get myself too excited about seeing Aiden at work tomorrow. I also didn't want to think about how awkward it would be, working with Matt and Aiden at the same time; I hadn't told Matt about Aiden yet. Tomorrow will be an eventful, exciting, horrid day, I think.

Now that I was thinking about that, I didn't want tomorrow to come, but then again I did. The clock read 9:30 p.m; it was a little early to be falling asleep. But again, I was extremely tired for some reason. I was about to let myself fall asleep, but something scared me.


Aiden climbed through my back window, I almost screamed. He failed at tip-toeing over to my bed, but I was sure everyone was asleep; it'd been a long day. He sat down, took off his shoes and laid back, relaxed.

"Hi," I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head and whispered back, "Hey."

We both just laid there. A few minutes went by of awkward yet comfortable silence. He didn't move, I rested on his stomach. Everything was peaceful. The calm before the storm.

"Lilly called," he chuckled.

"So she bragged," I laughed too.

"I think she likes me," he looked at me with a funny expression, "you might have competition."

"Well she talked to daddy at the dinner table out ya'll's marriage."

He laughed, a little bit louder than he should have in our situation. I heard the floor creak, but he kept laughing. I put my hand up against his mouth to try and shut him up. He kissed my hand and kept laughing.

"What's so damn funny," I exhaled softly.

"You," he kept laughing, "you just said ya'll, you're getting twang."

I thought over my sentence, he was right. The Southern twang was getting to me. I wondered if I had an accent too.

"Is that all you came to do," I was a little irritated that he wouldn't shut up, "to criticize the accent I'm picking up from being around you too much."

I pushed a finger into his chest. He grabbed that whole hand, covered my mouth with his other hand and laughed. Then he rolled over on top of me and pinned me against my mattress.

"No," he whispered closely into my ear, "I came to tell you a secret."

"Oh," I tried to sit up but he wasn't budging, "well what is it?"

"I," he kissed my forehead, "love," he kissed my nose.

"You," I cut off his cute moment and kissed him.

"Yea, that too," he spoke against my lips.

"Well I wasn't going to say you," he rolled off me.

"Ohm, excuse me."

"I was going to say Lilly," he laughed; I punched him in his side.

I rolled onto him and sat up. He raised an eyebrow and whistled softly. I tried not to laugh too loud. His wrapped two finger around my wrists and started counting. I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting how many babies you can pop out for me," he was up to like four.

"Whoa, four, maybe two," I choked.

"Two, no way, big family," he argued.

"Little, petite, small family Aiden."

"Why babe," he tried to pull his innocent face.

"Because, I don't think I'll ever be ready for a