Coming For Her Curves – Coming For Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

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"Listen to me. I'm not going anywhere. And yeah, we have a lot of time to make up for, but we can't live in the past, baby. We're living for the future, okay?”

She smiles and kisses me. "I love you so much, Ryker."

"I love you too, Izzy."

I roll over on top of her and kiss the tip of her nose. "Shower with me."

She's smiling and carefree. "Okay."

I kiss her again and then roll to the side and stand up. I reach my hand out and catch her ogling my body. Instead of taking my hand, she leans up. "How often do you work out?"

"Every day."

Her smile widens. "Well, you definitely look like you do."

I lean over and scoop her up in my arms.

She giggles. "Okay, okay, you're strong. I get it... you know I can walk, right?"

I carry her into the bathroom. "But why would you when I can carry you?"

She kicks her feet happily. "You're right. I could get used to this."

I set her down next to the tub. "I hope so." Fuck, I hope so. And I hope she never wants to let me go.

CHAPTER 14

IZZY

The Christmas tree is decorated and is lighting up the otherwise dark house. The credits are rolling on Christmas Vacation, and Ryker is holding me like he doesn't ever want to let me go. He and I are sitting on one couch, and Brock is lying on the other one.

He stretches and turns to look at us. "I'm hungry."

I laugh. "Of course you are. You know we just ate a few hours ago.”

He rubs his stomach. “I’m a growing boy.”

I roll my eyes at my child because he could eat all day every day, and I’m not sure where it all goes. “How about some cookies and milk?"

He sits up, rubbing his stomach. "Oh, that sounds good."

Ryker gets up. “I'll get it."

“What? No," I start, but Ryker isn't having it. He leans down, kisses my cheek, and walks into the kitchen.

Brock sits up and rests his elbows on his knees. "It's good seeing you happy, Mom."

I open my mouth and then close it and shrug. “It feels good to be happy." I clear my throat. "What about you? Are you okay with all this?"

I gesture to the kitchen where Ryker is piling cookies on a plate.

Brock nods. "I'm good with it. I like him."

"You know you always come first."

Brock rolls his eyes. "Trust me, Mom, I know you love me. I've never doubted it."

Ryker comes in and sets a tray on the coffee table. The three of us sit on the floor.

Brock picks up a cookie and stuffs it in his mouth. He mumbles around it, "We haven't had a carpet picnic in a long time."

I laugh and pick one up too. "You're right. We haven't."

“What's a carpet picnic?" Ryker asks.

I point around us. "You're doing it now. Stick with us, Ryker. We can show you the fun things in life."

Ryker stares at me. “Promise?"

I reach across the table and hold his hand. “Promise."

When I look back to my son, he's eaten two more cookies.

"So did you get to see Ollie last night when you were there at your dad's?"

The apartment complex that Allen moved to is the same one that Ollie lives in.

“Yeah, we shot hoops."

“Oh, that's good."

Ryker looks between Brock and me. "By the way, I got four tickets to the Jasper Rangers basketball game next weekend. You want to bring Ollie with us?"

Brock circles his hand to indicate the three of us. "We're all going?"

I nod my head. “Yeah, we're all going."

“Woo hoo!" Brock hollers. He downs his glass of milk. “I gotta go call Ollie.”

I'm about to remind him to say thanks when he hollers as he runs up the stairs, “Thank you, Ryker."

We're both laughing at Brock's antics, and I shake my head at Ryker. “Thank you."

He smiles, still holding my hand. “What are you thanking me for now?"

I wave my hand toward the ceiling. “My son is smiling more. I'm smiling. You just make things better."

He kisses my hand, and I scoot to sit close to him. “But we need to talk."

He tenses, but I don't stop. “We want you here, but you don't have to keep spending money on us. We don't need tickets, or trips, or gifts. Just you being here is enough."

He takes a deep breath. “Fuck, I love you so much."

I smile. “I love you, too, but you’re not going to fix this with confessions of love. I really want you to keep your money. We just want to be with you."

He nods, still smiling. “I got it.”

He pulls me closer, and I laugh. "I'm starting to remember why I haven't had any carpet picnics in a while. I'm not sure I'll be able to get up."

He hugs me. “I'll help you."

I point to the tree. “We did good, didn't we?"

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