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She smiled before taking off.
Once it was just the two of us, Avery took my hand, bringing me to the kitchen.
“Can we order pizza?” She pointed to a take-out menu pinned on the fridge. “We always order from there.”
“Sure.”
“Yes.” Avery clapped her hands, instantly lighting up. Should I be suspicious? I almost texted Heather to ask if there was some rule on pizza, but I’d just told her I had everything under control.
After ordering one pizza for us both, I told Avery, “It’ll take forty minutes for the delivery. What do you want to do until then?”
“I want to paint.” That brilliant smile was still on.
“Okay.”
I had no experience whatsoever with kids, but I was a fast learner. Within five minutes I realized there was a fundamental rule: I had to be very specific.
Case in point: I should have asked exactly what she wanted to paint. I assumed she’d bring out a coloring book, but instead Avery wanted to paint her own palms.
“Wait, let me see if that’s safe,” I said.
The package said it was water soluble, which was reassuring. I opened my laptop, checking the latest emails from clients while she played. By the time our pizza was delivered, Avery was walking around with blue palms, despite washing her hands once.
The delivery guy nearly broke a rib from laughter when Avery held up her hands, proudly declaring, “We can’t wash it off. I have blue hands now. But if you put the pizza on my arms, I’ll be really careful not to get paint on the box.”
She stretched her tiny arms, pointing with her chin to them. I placed the box on her arms, watching her walk slowly to the kitchen, balancing it carefully, as if it was a prized possession.
“Even if it says water soluble, try shampoo,” the delivery guy said once Avery was out of earshot. “My three-year-old painted his whole body once.”
The trick worked. Avery pouted while the color washed off, but her good mood was back once we were sitting at the table, devouring the food.
“This is an awesome evening,” Avery declared, taking a huge bite from her slice of pizza. Damn, how could it be so easy to make this little girl happy?
“What do you want to do afterward?” I asked her.
Avery chewed slowly, frowning, as if she was deep in thought.
“I have a kitchen in my bedroom. Do you want me to show you how to play with it?”
“Sure. We can start right now if you want, and just take our food with us?”
“We’re allowed to take pizza to my room? Ooooh, that’s so cool.”
Right. That enthusiasm clued me in that Heather must have some rule against eating in the bedroom, but fuck it. I’d already screwed it up, why take it back?
“We’re making a huge exception. Just for this evening.”
Avery practically jumped out of her chair. “Ryker, you are the best.” She threw her little arms around me in a hug. I laughed, ruffling her hair. We took the cartons and napkins to her room, putting everything on the floor.
“Only cool people are allowed in my room,” she exclaimed.
“So I’m cool?”
“Yes.”
The thought that this small creature was already so attached to me was getting to me in a way I couldn’t even describe. There wasn’t much space to move around between her toys and the furniture. She’d have a whole lot more space at my condo. Even the smallest room was bigger than this one.
Jesus, my own thoughts were scaring me... but not enough to keep from imagining the logistics of this, how everything could work out.
