The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

After the talk we’d had in my office the boy had really started to grow on me. I was beginning to see him in a new light. He wasn’t just the snot nosed kid who used to annoy the shit outta me because my kid liked him and wanted to spend time with him instead of her old man.

He was someone that could possibly be in our lives for the long haul. And what’s more, he’s turned into someone that I could possibly feel okay handing her off to when the time comes. In other words, I couldn’t find one fuck about the little shit to find fault with, other than the fact that he was breathing and my kid is in love with him.

I don’t want to admit it, but Jared might be right, the kid has a lot of me in him. And though it made my gut hurt to think of my little girl all grown up and ready for a life with him, I could maybe accept that he might be good for her. The little shit stain!

I hadn’t lost my shit when I saw them cuddled up on the couch for which I should get a medal. Instead I’d looked at the way the boy was holding her protectively even in sleep. He must’ve been uncomfortable as shit in that position the way he sat with her on his lap damn near suffocating him.

It was obvious from everything I’d seen thus far, from the schoolyard beat down until standing over the two of them on the couch that the boy was well and truly gone. Of course who wouldn’t be, my daughter has a whole lot of her mother in her, so there’s no wonder the boy’s already halfway to stupid.

On the other hand what the fuck does his mother have against my kid? Just what the hell was she saying that got him so heated? I like the way he protected my daughter, even from his mother, that’s some shit I would’ve done, that’s what a real man does when he loves his woman. Looks like Kat’s two days aren’t going to make it. I’m gonna have to have a talk with this chick.

My little girl has been the happiest I’ve seen her in a while, she even had time to help her old man work on his bike, something she hasn’t done in a while. It was like slipping back into the past and the day had been one of the best I’d had with my kid in a while.

It’s not like we don’t do stuff together anymore, but that’s mostly going out to eat or even just for dessert. I try to spend one on one time with each of my kids at least once a month; even Cody gets his time with daddy.

I’m not ready to fuck with the trips like that. Our Saturday morning ride down to the pond in the park is about as far as we’ve gone. They get to see the ducks and babble at my ass about them all morning and Kat gets a much- needed break.

Caitie’s thing is going out to eat with her daddy, the boys all drag me to some sports thing or somewhere where they’re sure to break their damn neck with the shit they get up to. Mengele can find every science fair in the state to drag my ass off to. That’s when we’re not going to some museum full of old relics that my kid is just fascinated by.

And my man Cody just wants to play with his toy trains and show daddy all the new shit he’s learned that somehow always involves either messing up my house or breaking some shit. Kat spends more time with them than I do all week and then she tells me what’s going on with them at night when we go to bed. So those little outings go a long way.

But today, today was a good day. I was especially touched that she’d sought me out even with the boy here. I was enjoying the afterglow of that only to be interrupted by Daniel and his shit earlier, and now this.

Speaking of which, what the hell was that about anyway? Since when are they looking for dates for my kid? They never used to care too much about my treatment of the boy before. I know that they’re full of shit, they don’t want my girl going halfway around the country to school either.

“Shit!” I headed back up to the attic but couldn’t find the shit she’d asked me for. Back in the kitchen I saw the box on the counter. “Colton where have you been? I had to ask someone else to get this for me.”

“Sorry babe I got distracted.” I didn’t want to tell her what I’d overheard because she tends to wear blinders where people are concerned, but if I tell her that shit her ass can hold a grudge for damn near ever. I don’t want my kid’s life with that boy to start off on the wrong foot.