Flowers & kittens

“Don’t even joke about that, I’m worried about my youngest as it is,” Marigold remarked with a wry smile, eyeing him. She was far too young to be a grandmother. “Red, the darker the better. Aren’t you a doll,” she said and smiled at him. “Grandbabies giving you grief?” she guessed, based on his teasing. She still had to wonder how that had happened to him. They weren’t that old, were they? Some days she felt it in her bones, but that was only after a long shift at the diner where she never got to sit at all. In her heart of hearts, she was still twenty years old and turning all the heads. 

Marigold studied her and nodded, since she could certainly see that about her. “Quinton? How long have you been seeing him now?” she asked, trying to remember. She couldn’t blame her, she’d known him a long time, and he was a gorgeous hunk of man. She did have to wonder at Cindy surrounding herself with fifty year olds, but that was a concern for another day. “Tonight is good. You go on then. I’ll see you at seven.” Manage to eat tonight… good lord, she couldn’t be pregnant, could she? She remembered how sick she’d felt with Violet, so couldn’t help thinking so. Oh, Cindy, Cindy, Cindy. What was she going to do with her? 

“Uhm... On and off for a few months? But more... Steady, since the... Yeah.” Exactly how long, she couldn’t even remember. Though he’d been there for her during everything, just as Marigold, and she appreciated that. “Yeah, I’ll see you at seven. Take care.” Cindy said with a nod of her head before she took hold of the bags and walked away so she could get home. Finish one layer of paint at least, and change her clothes, so she could go visit Marigold and Violet. Oh god. What if she threw up during dinner?! She’d have to think she was bulimic or something. 

“They’d better think I was the alpha,” Austin grumbled and kept her close, lightly rubbing her back. He listened and nodded along, since he was already sold on the idea. It would give him something to look forward to, since he missed more of the time when the dogs were there. “Let’s do it. Do you know if they’re open on Saturday? That would probably be the easiest time for both of us to go.” And no where near night time, so they’d have plenty of time to do that, and then go get supplies as needed. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Aaron promised and squeezed her tight. “I’m just happy to see you,” he assured and then laughed at her comments. “I have to invite you in? You some kind of vampire?” he teased and scooped her up to carry her inside. “HA! How about that?” he remarked with a wry grin. “I just made myself a sandwich. You hungry? Thirsty? How- how long are you in town for?” he asked, carrying her over to the kitchen. Well, as long as she let him anyway. He couldn’t resist it and it gave him an excuse to be close to her. 

Charlotte was basically the energizer bunny here, kept going and going, until she got the reaction she wanted. And mm, there it was, and how sweet it was. She never worried about volume here, since, well, they all were loud at one time or another. She had no idea what Sansa yelled out, but damn if she didn’t love it all the same. She would only stop when Sansa did, her mouth replacing her fingers and licking her all up. “Mmmmm,” she moaned happily, her fingers dancing up and down her thighs. Once Sansa rode it all out, Charlotte would untie her, release her from the prison of her own making.

“Mm, can I? I don’t know,” Peter joked and nodded along. “Course. I’ll be here,” he told her and scooted his chair over, to be farther from his monitor so he could eat. She left to get her food and he took a drink of his coffee before digging into his food. He made happy noises as he did, since he was far hungrier than he knew. After she returned, he asked, “so, any fun weekend plans?” Just to make conversation. He had no plans, but he was always working on something. He did have a slight problem with being alone, not that he’d ever admit it. Or was even really aware of it. 

Peter gave her another sympathetic look and wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and show her what a real man was like. He glanced at her and imagined her in that uniform and groaned. Lord, her husband was a fucking idiot and he would happily say that to the man’s face. “God, I would love to see you in that,” he said, his voice all low and sexy. “Girly? Wow, he knows nothing. Absolutely nothing,” he added, shaking his head, and got to his feet. “Two minutes,” he told her and walked over to the jukebox. Sure, they wasn’t a dance floor to speak of, but what did he care? He’d have no problem dancing with her anywhere. Once the music started, he walked back over to her and held out a hand. “Come with me.”                                                                                          

Steven kept chuckling at her and did have a hard time seeing himself as spicy. He was too old for that, at least in his mind, and compared to her. But he could not help himself around those young, pretty blondes. He chuckled some more at her squeal and did love how excited she was. Maybe he should invite her along on some trips, they did get long and dull, and she’d keep him entertained. He tried to make a mental note on  all the other movies she wanted to see, but that was pretty much all of them. Some weird music started and the movie began.  He watched it all play out and wondered if seeing the first movie would’ve been helpful or not. In the end, he decided not, but hey, at least he didn’t fall asleep at any point in the movie. But that was all thanks to the bundle of energy next to him, singing along, bouncing around, and while the movie held little interest for him, watching her was highly amusing. 

Robert laughed. “An excuse to swear, now that’s a new one,” he teased and would very much like to see her in those costumes. He just wasn’t going to be a creeper and say that out loud. Maybe if he knew her better and knew she’d be able to handle it. “Right, right. Hey! Youtube, I know that one. So you’re saying I can’t just search for your name? Nothing will come up?” That was disappointing. “Oh, ouch. You are so mean to me! Why! Why are you so mean!?” he said all dramatically, being a doofus. 

“A barn, okay, good, I’ll work on that. Make a space for you in there, too,” Robert replied with a laugh. “I did. I mean, who wouldn’t like that?” He honestly didn’t know. He groaned and shook his head, eyes falling to the floor. “God, I hope not. That’s the scariest part about selling one of them. Always worried they won’t take care of her and she’ll fall into disrepair. She seemed responsible, so, hopefully she will. I told her to bring it back to me, too. Can’t trust some of those other guys, since they have no idea what they’re doing.” Some were good, but all mechanics were not created equal. “So, anything else new with you? Or is this,” he nodded toward Lila, “taking up all your time.” 

“I have no idea what I’d do with a tailor,” Lila replied honestly and pushed some hair off her forehead. It was awkward, since she was still holding on to her cup of lemonade, but oh well. “Really? He wanted you to be some sort of god or something?” She eyed him and, honestly, she could see it. She side eyed him again and was about to open her mouth to say something when a figure caught the corner of her eye. She’d know him anywhere. She immediately stiffened and leaned off to the side so Richard was blocking her from view. Shit, shit, shit. Shit. What was he doing here? Her father never went to this sort of event. Was he looking for her? Ugh. Shit, shit, shit. It took everything in her to not immediately bolt for the nearest exit.