The Majors

Butter Pecan

RMajor
Chapter 78
May 19,2017

"Y'all sounds like old men," Mila said and laughed.

"Do we?" I asked her as she laid her head on my chest.

"Yeah. I didn't know she spoke so well for her age," she said lowly.

"Why does she open up to you so much more?" She asked me.

I smiled. I heard the hurt behind her words but I could only answer it so much.

"She will only do it, if you catch her," I said and laughed.

"How did you catch her?" She asked me as she sat up and straddled my waist.

She smirked. I knew that would make her feel better. It was just that simple.

"She was playing one day and I caught her," I said and placed my hands on her waist.

"Well I just caught both y'all," she said and laughed.

I chuckled. She bent down and her hair fell over her eye. I smirked as I placed my hands on her waist and sat up.

"We know," I said.

She smirked and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"How do you know?" She said.

"We heard you giggle," I said and brushed my lips against hers.

She kissed me slowly and I pulled her closer. I tighten my grip on her waist as she slowly sucked on my bottom lip. She placed her hands on the side of my face and slowly pulled back taking my lip with hers as she slowly released it from her teeth.

"Fuck," I mumbled.

"Papa! I got it!" I heard London yelled.

Mila quickly slid off my lap and sat next to me. I watched as London came running in with her little tool set. She looked at Mila and smiled.

"Hi London," Ms. Rose said.

"Mama's up!" She said and handed me the tool box.

I smirked and picked her up and sat her on my lap. She leaned over and gave Mila her good afternoon kiss.

"She caught you London," I said.

"I know," she said and looked at me wide eyed.

I laughed. She wanted it to be a secret for a little while longer.

"I won't tell London. As long as you talk to me too," Mila said.

"Okay momma," she said.

"Let me see what we have here," I said as I looked at the toy car.

The wheel had came off. It wasn't so bad. Nothing was bent off. I told her if she keeps slamming them from the air to ground will break the wheel.

"Papi," Mila said as London handed me a screwdriver.

"Hmmm," I said as I pretend to screw the tire on.

I felt Mila run her hand up the back of my neck as she slowly began to rub the nape of my neck. She know she can't do that. I'm actually feeling like I can take her down.