Page 46 of Meleck & Wren

My website is up and running and I’m shipping all over the United States. My little barn is filled with shelves of products now. Meleck stays busy as an electrician and he has a website as well. He services residents and commercial businesses. Life is good; we are good and I can’t imagine my life without him.

“They’re here,” Amara announces as she walks back into the living room. Then she turns to Meleck. “Please don’t scare him,” she pleads.

“What’s he got to be scared of?” Meleck asks and Amara sucks her teeth.

My hand touches his leg then I stare into his eyes and say, “Be nice. He’s a good kid.” Amara opens the door and Kimmie rushes in. They squeal and laugh while complimenting each other. Seconds later, Traci and the two boys enter. “We need to take pictures before y’all go,” I say, then stand. Meleck stands too, glaring at the boys. They both look scared as hell.

“Let’s take them on the porch. That’ll be cute,” Amara suggests. She and Kimmie walk over to the boys, and when Amara takes Braisin’s hand, Meleck clears his throat. The poor boy drops her hand immediately. “Ignore him,” Amara says before grabbing Braisin’s hand again.

We all walk outside for the pictures, and after several poses, we watch as they get in and drive off. When we walk back into the house, I sit on the sofa and look at the pictures I took with my phone.

My little sister is growing up.The moment is bittersweet. She looks beautiful but she’s also growing up on me. I’m not ready.

“You good?” he asks.

“Are you good?” I counter with a smirk. “Those poor boys barely wanted to stand close to them during the pictures.

“Good. That’s what they need to be…scared.”

“I know you went to dances and had fun when you were their age.”

“I did and dancing was me all up on the girls. Fifteen-year-old boys can’t think about anything else.”

“You danced?” I ask.

He holds his hand out to me and says, “Let me show you. Dance with me?”

My curiosity causes me to accept his hand. Plus I just like being all up on him too. When I’m on my feet, he pulls me into him. One hand caresses my back and the other grips my ass.

“I can’t believe you want to dance with me.”

“Why not? My grandfather and Unc always told me that once I find the right woman, the one made for me, I had to protect her, spoil her, dance with her, and never stop loving her because someone else will,” he says seriously.

His words catch me off guard. Well, one of his words does—love. Although we definitely act like a couple in love, we’venever said the words. I know he loves me by the way he cares for me, supports me, and is intentional with everything he does and says, but we have never verbalized the emotion.

“Loving her?” I question.

“Yeah. Loving you, because I do,” he says sincerely. “I thought you knew that.”

“I know but you’ve never said it.”

“Then I’m fucking up. I won’t do that again. I love you, Wren.”

“I love you too.”

The End