AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuck.” I blow out a breath as I lift up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I need to make sure she’s okay. Climbing to my feet, I grab a shirt and pull it over my head as I make my way down the stairs.
When hit the bottom step and move around the corner into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks at the sight that greets me.
Oakland is standing at the stove, hair pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, still wearing the old t-shirt I gave her last night that barely skims the tops of her thighs, looking for all the world like this is exactly where she belongs.
"Mornin'," I rumble, my voice still sounding rough from sleep.
She looks over her shoulder, a soft smile lighting up her face. "Good morning. I made coffee,” She motions to the pot on the counter with the spatula in her hand. “I hope that’s okay.”
I nod, coming unstuck to grab me a cup. “You’re welcome to make coffee every morning, babe,” I smirk. “Where’s the girls?"
"Still asleep," she says, turning back to the stove. "I thought after everything that happened yesterday, I'd let them sleep in. Is that okay?”
With my steaming cup of coffee in hand, I lean against the counter and watch her move around my kitchen like she's done it a million times. The longer I watch her the surer I am that I should keep her.
I wonder how Mila would feel about that.
“Baby,” I say gently, getting her attention. “You can do whatever the fuck you want here. And this,” I motion to the spread of food she’s set out on the table. “You didn't have to do all this.”
She bites her lip, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I wanted to. It's the least I can do after everything you’re doing for us."
I set my coffee down and move closer. "Oakland—” I start, at the same time she jumps in and cuts me off, “What are we doing? Idon’t know what you want from me. I’m not… I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, the stampede of feet on the stairs puts all talks of what’s happening between us on the back burner.
"Daddy! Oakland! We’re hungry!” Mila shouts with Morgan quietly agreeing.
“We’ll finish this later,” I say, holding Oakland’s eyes as the girls come barreling into the kitchen.
"Wow!" Mila exclaims, her eyes wide as she takes in the spread of food. "Did you cook all of this, Oak?”
Oakland licks her lips before turning and smiling at my daughter. "Yep. Why don't you and Morgan grab some plates, and we can all sit down to eat?"
Without complaint, Mila shows Morgan where the silverware is, and together the girls set the table.
Once again, I’m rooted to the spot watching this domestic as fuck scene play out in my house and I have to admit, I don’t hate it.
"You okay?" Oakland asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Uh, yeah," I clear my throat, "I'm good.” Oakland watches me with a funny look on her face as I sit down across from Morgan. "Hungry?"
“Yeah,” she answers, a pink tint covering her cheeks.
“Well dig in, princess.” Morgan grins, showing off her missing teeth as she reaches for a strip of bacon.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“I don’t want Oakland and Morgan to leave.”
I hear Oakland gasp, and my eyes go to her. I can see the turmoil warring in her eyes. “Sweetie,” she starts but I cut her off.
“I’ll see what I can do about that, baby girl.”
“Yay!” Mila cheers.
