My Teddy

50

Jordan

A book.

After almost 30 minutes of silence, the girl takes out a book and starts reading.

It offends me.

"Baby girl."
I whisper into her ear, tapping her exposed thigh lightly.

Spandex!

She loves them.
I do too, but I cant help but feel a little jealous when she wears them outside of the house.

Where everyone else can see her gorgeous legs.

I'll get over it, I'm sure.

One day.

Silence.

I sigh.

"Brook, are you mad at me?"
I ask sadly.

I hate it when she ignores me.

"Shut up, I'm trying to read."
She mutters, shifting in my lap.

"Dont tell me to shut up."
I growl lowly, gripping her waist.

She sighs.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Please be quiet. I'm trying to read, honey."
She corrects herself softly.

Thats better.

I stroke her hair slowly.

"I want to....I mean, can I read to you?"
I ask hesitantly.

Her head turns slowly.

I hold my breath as her eyes connect with mine.

Tenderly soft.

I love those amazing eyes.

"I really want to, if you don't mind."
I whisper, a little lightheaded under (over?) her intensely calming stare.

"Okay. Yeah."
She says quietly, looking away suddenly.

I try not to feel too disappointed.

I love staring into her eyes.

She clears her throat, showing me the cover to her book.

I inwardly roll my eyes.

A romance novel.

Who's surprised?

Not me, that's who.

From the moment I met her, I knew she was a hopeless romantic.

My baby girl.😆

"Hm. She's gorgeous."
I mutter, pointing to the girl on the front.

Brook doesn't say anything.

I smirk, gently covering her hands on the book with mine.