Beach.”
“Silver-toned devil,” she said, hugging Ethan. “I’ll pack us a picnic lunch.”
Harrison smiled. Why did he have the urge to kiss her again?
****
He’d only been teasing about the red bikini, but when Angel took off her terrycloth cover-up his eyes nearly fell out their sockets.
Harrison sat down on the beach lounger, watching the water sports while Ethan played in the sand next to him. Angel had gone to play in the surf a little while, turning heads as she strolled toward the water. “Maybe Daddy should watch what he says,” Harrison said to the curly-haired toddler. The trip to the barber had turned out disastrous. Ethan had cried, kicked, and wouldn’t allow any barber near him. Harrison smirked. He planned another attempt next week when Ethan fell asleep.
Ethan tossed some sand on him and giggled.
Harrison looked down at his lap. “I’m going to wash your hair if you get sand in it,” he threatened.
The day turned out perfect with low humidity and a breeze coming off the Atlantic Ocean. The forecast called for rain later, but he planned to be home snuggling with Angel by then.
After about thirty minutes, Angel emerged from the ocean shaking the water from her braids. Harrison watched as she walked toward him, enjoying the way her hips swayed, her breasts bounced, and those spectacular legs as she stepped through the wet sand. The wickedest thoughts entered his head.
“Mama,” Ethan said.
Harrison looked down at him. “Whoa, partner. I think you’re fantasizing more than me. And why do you say that word so well?”
Ethan went back to digging in the sand, ignoring him.
Angel sat down on a lounger on the other side of Ethan. “You need to try the water,” she said, drying herself off with a beach towel. “It feels great.”
“Not as great as the sight of you coming out of the water just now. I bet every guy on this beach has a hard-on right now.”
Angel just smirked and continued to dry off. “I’m so glad Ethan doesn’t understand what his naughty daddy just said.” She reached down and ruffled his curls. “Are you enjoying the sand, young man?”
Ethan smiled at her.
“I wish the lord blesses me with someone as precious as you one day.”
Harrison took his eyes off the delightful sight and looked out at the water. She did deserve to experience motherhood just once. “I think you will make a great mother.”
“You think so?” she asked.
He turned and found Ethan on Angel’s lap cuddling. “Yeah, I think so.”
****
Angel watched Ethan while Harrison swam in the water. They had tried to put Ethan in, but he had a fit as soon as the water touched his feet. Maybe she should recommend a beginner’s swimming class to Harrison, because now was the best time to break Ethan’s fear of water. Well, she didn’t think it was a fear of water…more a fear of getting his hair wet. He was the first vain two-year-old she’d ever encountered and he was ever bit his father’s son. Even now she saw the strong resemblance. They shared the same golden blond hair, big blue eyes, and infectious smile. They even had the same wit. She liked when Harrison told Ethan something sarcastic and the child just smiled at him like, oh yeah right , or simply ignored him. Yet to hear Harrison speak, one would think Ethan was an alien sent to earth to torture him. Of course she knew that Harrison loved the child and he was doing everything he could to give Ethan a happy life. The problem was he expected everything to go perfect immediately when kids had their own way of progressing into adulthood.
Like this thing with Ethan’s hair. Personally, she liked the curls, but she was not his mother so she didn’t pass an opinion. So what if Roy liked to touch Ethan’s curls? A child’s sexuality was determined at birth and there wasn’t anything Harrison could do about it.
Harrison finally came out of the water.
Angel gulped. Huh? And he thought she looked sexy.
“Silver-toned devil,” she said, hugging Ethan. “I’ll pack us a picnic lunch.”
Harrison smiled. Why did he have the urge to kiss her again?
****
He’d only been teasing about the red bikini, but when Angel took off her terrycloth cover-up his eyes nearly fell out their sockets.
Harrison sat down on the beach lounger, watching the water sports while Ethan played in the sand next to him. Angel had gone to play in the surf a little while, turning heads as she strolled toward the water. “Maybe Daddy should watch what he says,” Harrison said to the curly-haired toddler. The trip to the barber had turned out disastrous. Ethan had cried, kicked, and wouldn’t allow any barber near him. Harrison smirked. He planned another attempt next week when Ethan fell asleep.
Ethan tossed some sand on him and giggled.
Harrison looked down at his lap. “I’m going to wash your hair if you get sand in it,” he threatened.
The day turned out perfect with low humidity and a breeze coming off the Atlantic Ocean. The forecast called for rain later, but he planned to be home snuggling with Angel by then.
After about thirty minutes, Angel emerged from the ocean shaking the water from her braids. Harrison watched as she walked toward him, enjoying the way her hips swayed, her breasts bounced, and those spectacular legs as she stepped through the wet sand. The wickedest thoughts entered his head.
“Mama,” Ethan said.
Harrison looked down at him. “Whoa, partner. I think you’re fantasizing more than me. And why do you say that word so well?”
Ethan went back to digging in the sand, ignoring him.
Angel sat down on a lounger on the other side of Ethan. “You need to try the water,” she said, drying herself off with a beach towel. “It feels great.”
“Not as great as the sight of you coming out of the water just now. I bet every guy on this beach has a hard-on right now.”
Angel just smirked and continued to dry off. “I’m so glad Ethan doesn’t understand what his naughty daddy just said.” She reached down and ruffled his curls. “Are you enjoying the sand, young man?”
Ethan smiled at her.
“I wish the lord blesses me with someone as precious as you one day.”
Harrison took his eyes off the delightful sight and looked out at the water. She did deserve to experience motherhood just once. “I think you will make a great mother.”
“You think so?” she asked.
He turned and found Ethan on Angel’s lap cuddling. “Yeah, I think so.”
****
Angel watched Ethan while Harrison swam in the water. They had tried to put Ethan in, but he had a fit as soon as the water touched his feet. Maybe she should recommend a beginner’s swimming class to Harrison, because now was the best time to break Ethan’s fear of water. Well, she didn’t think it was a fear of water…more a fear of getting his hair wet. He was the first vain two-year-old she’d ever encountered and he was ever bit his father’s son. Even now she saw the strong resemblance. They shared the same golden blond hair, big blue eyes, and infectious smile. They even had the same wit. She liked when Harrison told Ethan something sarcastic and the child just smiled at him like, oh yeah right , or simply ignored him. Yet to hear Harrison speak, one would think Ethan was an alien sent to earth to torture him. Of course she knew that Harrison loved the child and he was doing everything he could to give Ethan a happy life. The problem was he expected everything to go perfect immediately when kids had their own way of progressing into adulthood.
Like this thing with Ethan’s hair. Personally, she liked the curls, but she was not his mother so she didn’t pass an opinion. So what if Roy liked to touch Ethan’s curls? A child’s sexuality was determined at birth and there wasn’t anything Harrison could do about it.
Harrison finally came out of the water.
Angel gulped. Huh? And he thought she looked sexy.
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