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"Soah! Breakfast smells awesome! What did you make? Oh french toast! Yummy! Bacon, and scrambled eggs, wow! This must have taken you forever! Can I eat now? Please?" Talia batted her lashes at me, a large grin on her face.
"Sure, help yourself. Will your mom and dad be down soon?"
"Here we are, the divine aroma pulled us down the stairs. French toast? I love french toast! Why does yours smell so much better than mine? Oh the coffee is ready! Soah our lifesaver!" Cecile poured two mugs of coffee and handed one to Sam.
"I use vanilla extract and cinnamon in the batter. I hope you like it." I was so nervous about making them breakfast, hoping they would like my cooking.
"Umm, ohh, Soah! This is the best french toast ever! Mom, I am so sorry, but Soah's is so much better! The syrup is warm too. Yummy!" Talia speared two more pieces from the serving plate, having already devoured one piece and a large helping of scrambled eggs and several slices of bacon. "No need for lunch today! I will be full on this all day! Yum!"
"Where did you learn to cook like this? This is a fabulous breakfast!" Sam had a substantial amount of everything on his plate. His fork poised half way to his mouth, he shot a sharp look at Soah. "Soah! Where is your plate?"
"Umm....... I don't have one. I'll eat later."
Sam pushed to his feet, getting a place setting, and stalked back to me. "I am taking your hand." Doing what he said, he pulled me away from the sink full of dishwater, and forced me to the table. "We appreciate all of your hard work on this glorious breakfast. But, in this house, we eat together, the dishes wait. Sit. Eat."
Cecile and Sam both started piling food on my plate. Glancing at Sam to check if he was truly mad at me or not, he didn't seem mad. Cecile patted my arm, and nodded at my plate. Releasing a breath that I was unaware of holding, I started to eat.
"Soah, can you teach me how to make your french toast? I love this stuff! Yum!!!" Talia was eating with a look of total happiness.
"Sure, it is nothing special. Just the normal batter for the french toast. Just add a few drops of vanilla and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I watched some cooking show in the hospital and she did it this way, and it sounded so good, I wanted to try it."
"What else can you cook? Is everything you cook this good?" Talia was starting to slow down, her stomach was getting full, but her mouth didn't want to stop tasting.
"Umm, lots of things I guess. I make really good peanut butter cookies."
Cecile glanced up at the clock, "Whoops! We need to get ready to go! You have only 15 minutes before blast off Sam! Soah? Are we supposed to drop you off or is one of the boys going to pick you up?" Before Soah could answer Cecile the doorbell rang. "Well that answers that question! Get the door Soah."
"Sure mom!" And I ran for the door, not seeing the shocked look on everyone's face. Pulling the door open, there stood Morgan, a large grin on his face.
"Cute look there Soah!"
"Huh?" Looking down, I saw I was still wearing the apron, with my fuzzy slippers. Giggling at what I was wearing, I asked Morgan, "Have you eaten yet? Do we have time for you to eat?"
"Sure, I can always make time for food. It smells wonderful! What is that?"
"French toast. It seems to be a big hit around here. I have enough batter for a couple more slices. Do you want some eggs and bacon also?"
Morgan followed me into the kitchen, "Wait! You made that wonderful smell? Really? Hook me up! Good morning everyone."
"Oh, hey Morgan. You do not want to eat Soah's french toast!" Talia smiled at Morgan.
"Why not? It smells divine!"
"Yeah, but once you start eating you will never want to stop! I'm ready to go dad! Meet you in the car! Bye Soah! See ya Mom!"
"Talia is right, best french toast I have ever eaten!" Kissing Cecile on the cheek and ruffling Soah's hair, Sam followed Talia out the door.
"Soah, I get off at 5 every night. Sam is usually off around 4:30. I will swing by and pick Talia up from her babysitting job after work. Morgan, what time do you and Kevin usually wrap things up for the day?"
"It depends on what we are working on. Sometimes, we have to wait for things to dry and wrap up earlier, or the current project is complicated and we don't want to break in the middle, and we just keep working until it is finished. Why?"
"Soah, is not supposed to be home alone."
"Oh, then we will just keep her busy until 5. Sound good? Now where is that french toast I am hearing so much about?"
"It's almost done. Do you want some scrambled eggs also? Let me warm up the bacon."
"I am leaving now Soah. Take your cell phone with you today. Call me if you need to."
"Mom? Aren't you going to be late for work today?"
"Yes. I have already cleared it with my boss for me to come in about 30 minutes late each day this week. I wanted to make sure we had enough time in the mornings until you became accustomed to our schedules. Give me a hug baby girl." Oh, lovely, lovely hugs!
"Bye Mom! See you tonight! So, did you want eggs?"
"Sure, if it isn't to much trouble."
Nope! No trouble at all! So, what kind of work will I be doing today? There is enough coffee left, do you want some?"
"Yeah, only had one cup this morning. Painting. We want to get everything painted before we put the flooring down. That way we don't have to worry about spilling paint on the new floors."
"Here is your coffee and the eggs, the french toast will be done in a minute. So, if you are to the painting and flooring, are you almost done?"
"One would think so, huh? No, well, yes....here is the thing. All of the big work will be done, after all of the flooring is done. What is left is all the little fiddly jobs. Moldings, towel racks, curtain rods, shelves. The kind of stuff that is not hard to do, but is time consuming, because you have to be so exact or it shows."
"Here is the rest of your breakfast. Will I get paint on my clothes? Everything I have is new, and I don't wanna mess it up." I poured myself another glass of juice and sat down with Morgan.
"Soah! Talia is right! This is heavenly!"
Morgan was quiet while he was busy eating. Scraping the last morsels of food from his plate, he leaned back into his chair, with a groan and a large smile. I picked up his plate, and finished up the rest of the dishes.
"While I was eating, I was thinking about keeping you clean. I have never managed to paint anything without getting at least some paint on me. How about we go down to Value Town, and get you a pair of cheap tennis shoes, and a bandana for your hair. And at the hardware store, we will get you a set of coveralls. That will keep you clean and tidy. Sound good?"
"Umm, I don't have any money."
"No worries. I'll spring for them. And I don't want to hear from you about it, understand? Hey! How about if you make me breakfast each day? My mom leaves early each morning, and I have no idea how to cook. I get well tired of cold cereal and toast. Do we have a deal?"
"Ok. Let me run up and get my shoes. Is shorts and a tee ok for under the coveralls?"
"Yeah, less is better. Hurry up Chef Soah!"
"I'll be quick!" Running up the stairs, I sped into my room, grabbing up my shoes and a pair of socks. Halfway down the stairs before I remembered my cell phone! Errr! Back up the stairs, into my room, where did I leave my cell phone? Oh, on the desk. Grabbed it up and shoved it into my pocket, down the stairs again. Flying around the corner into the kitchen, I caromed off of Morgan, landing on my butt.
"Hey! It isn't a race here. Kevin won't fire us. Besides I am picking him up, so he will wait for us, and he is always late! You ok?"
Morgan pulled me to my feet and stopped my giggles by kissing me throughly. I dropped my shoes and socks and threw my arms around him, and fell deeper into his kiss. Morgan picked me up, never breaking our kiss, and carried me into the family room. Sitting down on the edge of the sofa, Morgan slid me against him, and leaned back on the sofa. Laying on him, his hand on my back, the other cupping my head as we kissed. Sharing each others breath, lips and tongues soft and warm. Slow long soft noisy kisses. Morgan's hand on my back slid up and down, oh that feels so heavenly! Gradually Morgan began kissing me more firmly, more urgently, his hands were both running up and down my back, oh more, please more! His hands stop their wandering on my butt, pressing me against him, moving his hips up and down as he ground himself against me, he moaned low in his throat.
Breaking off our kiss Morgan whispered into my ear, "We have to stop." Groaning deeply he rested his face next to my ear. His breath tickled as it washed over my cheek.
"I...I...don't want to stop!"
"Oh honey baby, we have to."
Pressing my pelvis down onto Morgan, rubbing against him, urging him to finish what he started! Catching my hips in his hands, he stilled their movement. Whining trying to break free of his confining hands, needing the friction back again.
"Morgan, please! I don't wanna stop now! Come on, please?"
"No. It is my fault, I shouldn't have let it get to this point. I'm sorry Soah, but no."
Pushing up with my hands on his chest I looked into his eyes, they were glazed with desire, and I knew he wanted to finish as badly as I did. Leaning down, zeroing in on his mouth, hoping if he starts to kiss me, he will loose control. He let my lips land on his, but then pulled back so the kiss was light, not what I wanted at all! Running his hands up my sides and around my back, holding me to him as he sat up. Turning me around, sitting me sideways on his lap, he hugged me, and rested his cheek on my head.
"Soah, you know we can't do this, don't you?"
"No! I don't know why! I didn't ask you to stop!"
"You are 15! Shit! What was I thinking? You aren't ready for this." Morgan pushed me off his lap onto the sofa, and dropped his head into his hands. "Damn it! I gotta get my shit together!"
Sitting there, listening to Morgan berate himself, running himself down further and further. I needed to make him stop feeling so guilty. Of course! Jumping off the sofa, I ran up the stairs, and into my room. Opening one of the suitcases on the floor, I dug to the bottom, retrieved what I needed, and ran back down the stairs.
"Morgan I want you to read something. I wrote this a few days before you met me." Handing Book to Morgan, I pointed at where he should start reading.
"You.... you are letting me Book? Why?"
"It will explain some things. I am not as innocent as I look. I...mean that, umm......I've....never ahh, had sex, but ummm......... just read it."
Morgan began reading where I had decided that I needed a boy, any boy who would protect me at school, and my desire to find someone older to teach me how to have sex. Worried that he would think less of me, didn't really matter any more. I just didn't want him to feel any less about himself. Nerves climbing up from my stomach, taking root in my chest, coming to rest around my throat. My heart sped up, until it was banging around in my chest like a shoe in the dryer.
Lost in my own thoughts, sure he was leaving and never looking back, I startled when he dropped Book onto the coffee table. Coming back to the here and now, I chanced a quick look at Morgan. His eyes were wet, he wasn't crying, only one blink away from crying. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me so carefully, he still wanted me!
"School was bad for you also?"
"Yeah, girls hate me for some reason. I get picked on all the time." Loving the feeling of his arms around me, I just had to ask while there was still some bravery left, "You don't hate me now? Do you still like me?" Steeling myself against his words. When he did speak, it took my breath away.
"Don't you get it? I love you! I have dated tons of girls, and not a single one has ever held my interest for more than a few dates! But, you! There is something about you that draws me in. You are all I can think about! That is why I lost my self control with you today. I want you so much."
"What you read in Book, doesn't upset you, at all?"
"Yeah, it does. But not for the reason you think. What upsets me, is that no one ever saw you. No ever wanted you. I am blown away by that! You are kind, and sweet, smart and funny, and cute as hell. Go put Book away, we need to be going. I'll call Kevin, and let him know we are coming."
The rest of the day went by in a blur. The only thing my brain would hold onto was that Morgan loved me! Even after reading Book! He loves me! Me!
After dropping Kevin off, a warm quiet filled the car. Morgan had my hand on his lap, and he would rest his hand over mine when he wasn't shifting. I was tired from painting, and was content to just bask in the enjoyment of being with Morgan.
"Would you like to go on a date Friday? Out to dinner, and a movie? Chinese food sound good?"
"Really! Oh yes! I would love to! You will have to help me order, cause I just ate what Dave fed me. Will they have forks? If not, Dave will have to come with us! What movie will we see?"
"Not sure, we need to check to see what is on. There will be forks, if you want to be sure, you could bring your own! Do you need to ask Sam and Cecile first?"
"Oh. I'm not sure. We can ask when we get to the house. That would be so funny! Hey mom! I need to take a fork on my date!" Giggling at the funny picture of me putting a fork in my bag, and then the even funnier idea of me getting it out of my bag at the restaurant! Morgan must have agreed with me, because soon he was laughing with me.
As soon as the car came to a halt, I was out like a shot, and up and into the house. "Mom? Dad? Is anyone here?" Sam came into the hallway, the newspaper in his hand, and a concerned look on his face.
"Baby girl, what's the matter? Are you ok?"
"Dad!" I threw myself into his arms, and gave him a huge hug! "Guess what? Morgan wants to take me on a date Friday! Can I go? Please?"
"Hey Morgan! This morning when I left she was all calm and quiet. What kind of paint are you using?"
" I know the answer to that! Eggshell. Wait, is it really made with eggshells?"
"No that is the finish, only kinda shiny. Where were you all day? We told you that, and you thought it was interesting."
"Really? I don't remember that at all." At that point Mom and Talia came home. Running up to mom, and throwing my arms around her saying, "Mom! Morgan asked me out on a date Friday! I asked dad already and he started talking about paint. Can I?"
"Let's go sit down, I am tired, it was a super busy day. Why don't you help Talia get supper ready, and let your dad and Morgan and I talk about it, ok?"
"Umm, does that mean no? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you haven't done anything wrong at all. This is what parents do. We want what is best for you, and for us to decide, we need to talk to Morgan alone for a minute. Everything is fine." Mom gave me another hug, before she headed off to the living room.
"Come on, let's make supper. I hope you are a wizard with supper like you are with dinner!"
"Sure. What are we making?" Taking one last glance at the living room doorway, before following Talia to the kitchen.
"Sure, help yourself. Will your mom and dad be down soon?"
"Here we are, the divine aroma pulled us down the stairs. French toast? I love french toast! Why does yours smell so much better than mine? Oh the coffee is ready! Soah our lifesaver!" Cecile poured two mugs of coffee and handed one to Sam.
"I use vanilla extract and cinnamon in the batter. I hope you like it." I was so nervous about making them breakfast, hoping they would like my cooking.
"Umm, ohh, Soah! This is the best french toast ever! Mom, I am so sorry, but Soah's is so much better! The syrup is warm too. Yummy!" Talia speared two more pieces from the serving plate, having already devoured one piece and a large helping of scrambled eggs and several slices of bacon. "No need for lunch today! I will be full on this all day! Yum!"
"Where did you learn to cook like this? This is a fabulous breakfast!" Sam had a substantial amount of everything on his plate. His fork poised half way to his mouth, he shot a sharp look at Soah. "Soah! Where is your plate?"
"Umm....... I don't have one. I'll eat later."
Sam pushed to his feet, getting a place setting, and stalked back to me. "I am taking your hand." Doing what he said, he pulled me away from the sink full of dishwater, and forced me to the table. "We appreciate all of your hard work on this glorious breakfast. But, in this house, we eat together, the dishes wait. Sit. Eat."
Cecile and Sam both started piling food on my plate. Glancing at Sam to check if he was truly mad at me or not, he didn't seem mad. Cecile patted my arm, and nodded at my plate. Releasing a breath that I was unaware of holding, I started to eat.
"Soah, can you teach me how to make your french toast? I love this stuff! Yum!!!" Talia was eating with a look of total happiness.
"Sure, it is nothing special. Just the normal batter for the french toast. Just add a few drops of vanilla and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I watched some cooking show in the hospital and she did it this way, and it sounded so good, I wanted to try it."
"What else can you cook? Is everything you cook this good?" Talia was starting to slow down, her stomach was getting full, but her mouth didn't want to stop tasting.
"Umm, lots of things I guess. I make really good peanut butter cookies."
Cecile glanced up at the clock, "Whoops! We need to get ready to go! You have only 15 minutes before blast off Sam! Soah? Are we supposed to drop you off or is one of the boys going to pick you up?" Before Soah could answer Cecile the doorbell rang. "Well that answers that question! Get the door Soah."
"Sure mom!" And I ran for the door, not seeing the shocked look on everyone's face. Pulling the door open, there stood Morgan, a large grin on his face.
"Cute look there Soah!"
"Huh?" Looking down, I saw I was still wearing the apron, with my fuzzy slippers. Giggling at what I was wearing, I asked Morgan, "Have you eaten yet? Do we have time for you to eat?"
"Sure, I can always make time for food. It smells wonderful! What is that?"
"French toast. It seems to be a big hit around here. I have enough batter for a couple more slices. Do you want some eggs and bacon also?"
Morgan followed me into the kitchen, "Wait! You made that wonderful smell? Really? Hook me up! Good morning everyone."
"Oh, hey Morgan. You do not want to eat Soah's french toast!" Talia smiled at Morgan.
"Why not? It smells divine!"
"Yeah, but once you start eating you will never want to stop! I'm ready to go dad! Meet you in the car! Bye Soah! See ya Mom!"
"Talia is right, best french toast I have ever eaten!" Kissing Cecile on the cheek and ruffling Soah's hair, Sam followed Talia out the door.
"Soah, I get off at 5 every night. Sam is usually off around 4:30. I will swing by and pick Talia up from her babysitting job after work. Morgan, what time do you and Kevin usually wrap things up for the day?"
"It depends on what we are working on. Sometimes, we have to wait for things to dry and wrap up earlier, or the current project is complicated and we don't want to break in the middle, and we just keep working until it is finished. Why?"
"Soah, is not supposed to be home alone."
"Oh, then we will just keep her busy until 5. Sound good? Now where is that french toast I am hearing so much about?"
"It's almost done. Do you want some scrambled eggs also? Let me warm up the bacon."
"I am leaving now Soah. Take your cell phone with you today. Call me if you need to."
"Mom? Aren't you going to be late for work today?"
"Yes. I have already cleared it with my boss for me to come in about 30 minutes late each day this week. I wanted to make sure we had enough time in the mornings until you became accustomed to our schedules. Give me a hug baby girl." Oh, lovely, lovely hugs!
"Bye Mom! See you tonight! So, did you want eggs?"
"Sure, if it isn't to much trouble."
Nope! No trouble at all! So, what kind of work will I be doing today? There is enough coffee left, do you want some?"
"Yeah, only had one cup this morning. Painting. We want to get everything painted before we put the flooring down. That way we don't have to worry about spilling paint on the new floors."
"Here is your coffee and the eggs, the french toast will be done in a minute. So, if you are to the painting and flooring, are you almost done?"
"One would think so, huh? No, well, yes....here is the thing. All of the big work will be done, after all of the flooring is done. What is left is all the little fiddly jobs. Moldings, towel racks, curtain rods, shelves. The kind of stuff that is not hard to do, but is time consuming, because you have to be so exact or it shows."
"Here is the rest of your breakfast. Will I get paint on my clothes? Everything I have is new, and I don't wanna mess it up." I poured myself another glass of juice and sat down with Morgan.
"Soah! Talia is right! This is heavenly!"
Morgan was quiet while he was busy eating. Scraping the last morsels of food from his plate, he leaned back into his chair, with a groan and a large smile. I picked up his plate, and finished up the rest of the dishes.
"While I was eating, I was thinking about keeping you clean. I have never managed to paint anything without getting at least some paint on me. How about we go down to Value Town, and get you a pair of cheap tennis shoes, and a bandana for your hair. And at the hardware store, we will get you a set of coveralls. That will keep you clean and tidy. Sound good?"
"Umm, I don't have any money."
"No worries. I'll spring for them. And I don't want to hear from you about it, understand? Hey! How about if you make me breakfast each day? My mom leaves early each morning, and I have no idea how to cook. I get well tired of cold cereal and toast. Do we have a deal?"
"Ok. Let me run up and get my shoes. Is shorts and a tee ok for under the coveralls?"
"Yeah, less is better. Hurry up Chef Soah!"
"I'll be quick!" Running up the stairs, I sped into my room, grabbing up my shoes and a pair of socks. Halfway down the stairs before I remembered my cell phone! Errr! Back up the stairs, into my room, where did I leave my cell phone? Oh, on the desk. Grabbed it up and shoved it into my pocket, down the stairs again. Flying around the corner into the kitchen, I caromed off of Morgan, landing on my butt.
"Hey! It isn't a race here. Kevin won't fire us. Besides I am picking him up, so he will wait for us, and he is always late! You ok?"
Morgan pulled me to my feet and stopped my giggles by kissing me throughly. I dropped my shoes and socks and threw my arms around him, and fell deeper into his kiss. Morgan picked me up, never breaking our kiss, and carried me into the family room. Sitting down on the edge of the sofa, Morgan slid me against him, and leaned back on the sofa. Laying on him, his hand on my back, the other cupping my head as we kissed. Sharing each others breath, lips and tongues soft and warm. Slow long soft noisy kisses. Morgan's hand on my back slid up and down, oh that feels so heavenly! Gradually Morgan began kissing me more firmly, more urgently, his hands were both running up and down my back, oh more, please more! His hands stop their wandering on my butt, pressing me against him, moving his hips up and down as he ground himself against me, he moaned low in his throat.
Breaking off our kiss Morgan whispered into my ear, "We have to stop." Groaning deeply he rested his face next to my ear. His breath tickled as it washed over my cheek.
"I...I...don't want to stop!"
"Oh honey baby, we have to."
Pressing my pelvis down onto Morgan, rubbing against him, urging him to finish what he started! Catching my hips in his hands, he stilled their movement. Whining trying to break free of his confining hands, needing the friction back again.
"Morgan, please! I don't wanna stop now! Come on, please?"
"No. It is my fault, I shouldn't have let it get to this point. I'm sorry Soah, but no."
Pushing up with my hands on his chest I looked into his eyes, they were glazed with desire, and I knew he wanted to finish as badly as I did. Leaning down, zeroing in on his mouth, hoping if he starts to kiss me, he will loose control. He let my lips land on his, but then pulled back so the kiss was light, not what I wanted at all! Running his hands up my sides and around my back, holding me to him as he sat up. Turning me around, sitting me sideways on his lap, he hugged me, and rested his cheek on my head.
"Soah, you know we can't do this, don't you?"
"No! I don't know why! I didn't ask you to stop!"
"You are 15! Shit! What was I thinking? You aren't ready for this." Morgan pushed me off his lap onto the sofa, and dropped his head into his hands. "Damn it! I gotta get my shit together!"
Sitting there, listening to Morgan berate himself, running himself down further and further. I needed to make him stop feeling so guilty. Of course! Jumping off the sofa, I ran up the stairs, and into my room. Opening one of the suitcases on the floor, I dug to the bottom, retrieved what I needed, and ran back down the stairs.
"Morgan I want you to read something. I wrote this a few days before you met me." Handing Book to Morgan, I pointed at where he should start reading.
"You.... you are letting me Book? Why?"
"It will explain some things. I am not as innocent as I look. I...mean that, umm......I've....never ahh, had sex, but ummm......... just read it."
Morgan began reading where I had decided that I needed a boy, any boy who would protect me at school, and my desire to find someone older to teach me how to have sex. Worried that he would think less of me, didn't really matter any more. I just didn't want him to feel any less about himself. Nerves climbing up from my stomach, taking root in my chest, coming to rest around my throat. My heart sped up, until it was banging around in my chest like a shoe in the dryer.
Lost in my own thoughts, sure he was leaving and never looking back, I startled when he dropped Book onto the coffee table. Coming back to the here and now, I chanced a quick look at Morgan. His eyes were wet, he wasn't crying, only one blink away from crying. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me so carefully, he still wanted me!
"School was bad for you also?"
"Yeah, girls hate me for some reason. I get picked on all the time." Loving the feeling of his arms around me, I just had to ask while there was still some bravery left, "You don't hate me now? Do you still like me?" Steeling myself against his words. When he did speak, it took my breath away.
"Don't you get it? I love you! I have dated tons of girls, and not a single one has ever held my interest for more than a few dates! But, you! There is something about you that draws me in. You are all I can think about! That is why I lost my self control with you today. I want you so much."
"What you read in Book, doesn't upset you, at all?"
"Yeah, it does. But not for the reason you think. What upsets me, is that no one ever saw you. No ever wanted you. I am blown away by that! You are kind, and sweet, smart and funny, and cute as hell. Go put Book away, we need to be going. I'll call Kevin, and let him know we are coming."
The rest of the day went by in a blur. The only thing my brain would hold onto was that Morgan loved me! Even after reading Book! He loves me! Me!
After dropping Kevin off, a warm quiet filled the car. Morgan had my hand on his lap, and he would rest his hand over mine when he wasn't shifting. I was tired from painting, and was content to just bask in the enjoyment of being with Morgan.
"Would you like to go on a date Friday? Out to dinner, and a movie? Chinese food sound good?"
"Really! Oh yes! I would love to! You will have to help me order, cause I just ate what Dave fed me. Will they have forks? If not, Dave will have to come with us! What movie will we see?"
"Not sure, we need to check to see what is on. There will be forks, if you want to be sure, you could bring your own! Do you need to ask Sam and Cecile first?"
"Oh. I'm not sure. We can ask when we get to the house. That would be so funny! Hey mom! I need to take a fork on my date!" Giggling at the funny picture of me putting a fork in my bag, and then the even funnier idea of me getting it out of my bag at the restaurant! Morgan must have agreed with me, because soon he was laughing with me.
As soon as the car came to a halt, I was out like a shot, and up and into the house. "Mom? Dad? Is anyone here?" Sam came into the hallway, the newspaper in his hand, and a concerned look on his face.
"Baby girl, what's the matter? Are you ok?"
"Dad!" I threw myself into his arms, and gave him a huge hug! "Guess what? Morgan wants to take me on a date Friday! Can I go? Please?"
"Hey Morgan! This morning when I left she was all calm and quiet. What kind of paint are you using?"
" I know the answer to that! Eggshell. Wait, is it really made with eggshells?"
"No that is the finish, only kinda shiny. Where were you all day? We told you that, and you thought it was interesting."
"Really? I don't remember that at all." At that point Mom and Talia came home. Running up to mom, and throwing my arms around her saying, "Mom! Morgan asked me out on a date Friday! I asked dad already and he started talking about paint. Can I?"
"Let's go sit down, I am tired, it was a super busy day. Why don't you help Talia get supper ready, and let your dad and Morgan and I talk about it, ok?"
"Umm, does that mean no? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you haven't done anything wrong at all. This is what parents do. We want what is best for you, and for us to decide, we need to talk to Morgan alone for a minute. Everything is fine." Mom gave me another hug, before she headed off to the living room.
"Come on, let's make supper. I hope you are a wizard with supper like you are with dinner!"
"Sure. What are we making?" Taking one last glance at the living room doorway, before following Talia to the kitchen.
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