67. Tied

67. Tied.

<< . Riley . >>

“Play with me.” Jessica tugs at my arm, her eyes wide with innocence. I give her a pointed look and shake my head. She is in her hitting phase and God damn. Where do kids get so much strength?

“I will not play a hitting game with you.”

Within 0.1 milliseconds, her eyes well up. If that was even possible. She holds her breath as her face turns red. Oh. Oh. A tantrum is on its way.

“PLAY WITH ME!!!” she screams, her voice piercing the air, and I wince hard.

Fucking Great. I lean to her eye level, my patience wearing thin. “We can play, but only if you promise to not hit me. You hit too hard, and I get hurt.”

“Play.” She whines again and I raise a brow at her. She pouts for a moment before burying her head in my thighs. Despite my annoyance, my heart melts.

Aww. Fuck it. She is too young to understand it anyway.

“Fine. I give up. Let’s play!” I tell her. I am too tired to argue with her.

She lets out a happy giggle, rubbing her face in my lap. I laugh with her