“I got something for you,” I told her.
She bounced up and down. “Ooh, ooh! What is it?”
I lifted my hands that held the lollipops and dropped them onto her lap.
“Yes!” She cried. “I thought I was out of blue-raspberry!”
I shrugged. “I got another pack a few days ago and stashed these in my bag. I still have the other flavors in there somewhere.”
“You’re the Lollipop King!” She smacked a loud kiss against my cheek.
“At least that’s better than Hot Buns,” I muttered under my breath.
“Oh! Hot Buns! How could I forget?!” She stuck one of the lollipops in her mouth. “Hot Buns, Hot Buns, his buns are very hot!” She sang, even incorporating some kind of dance.
You know the kid’s book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Well, I was going to write If You Give Willow a Lollipop All Hell Breaks Loose.
Or in this case, she makes up a really bad song about your buns.
She continued with the little tune until the previews stopped and the movie started.
I should’ve never reminded her of the ridiculous nickname.
Once the movie began playing she wiggled around trying to get comfortable.
Huffing in exasperation she finally moved the bowl of popcorn off my lap onto the opposite side of the couch. She then grabbed one of the plain throw pillows and put it on my lap before lying down.
“Comfy?” I asked her, suppressing a laugh.
She rolled onto her back and blinked up at me. “Yep.” She grinned.
I shook my head and settled back to watch the movie.
Having Willow this close it was impossible not to touch her. I traced the features on her face, starting with the straight slope of her nose, the arch of her brows, and finally her full lips. When that wasn’t enough I moved on to stroking my fingers through her hair.
She hummed at the feel of it.
“If you keep that up I’ll fall asleep.”
Staring at the TV I cracked a smile. “Maybe that’s my plan. You can’t be a menace when you’re sleeping.”
“Hey!” She defended. “I’m not a menace.”
“Of course you don’t think you are. You don’t have to deal with yourself.”
She pouted out her bottom lip but soon broke into laughter.
I loved that I’d found someone I could laugh so easily with.
We both jumped slightly when the door leading in from the garage slammed closed.
The sound of Liam’s sneakers slapping against the floor met our ears.
“I hope you guys plan to stay for a few more days because I got enough food to last us a month!” He called and we heard the sound of bags rustling as he set them on the counter.
“We should go help him,” I told Willow.
I hated to move, but I knew it wouldn’t be right for us to sit here while he unloaded the groceries.