Friday at the sandbox - Part 9 "All good things"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The weather put a temporary stop to Jack's plans last week...
It’s the longest week ever. Friday morning eventually rolls around and I can’t get us out of the house quick enough.
We park up. I let my boy out of the car and turn to see a familiar jeep pull into the parking lot a few spaces down from us. A happy grin spreads over my face and the bottom falls out of my stomach as Ennis jumps out and smiles back at me. He’s looking even more attractive after a two week absence. I lock up the car and subtly check my appearance in the window.
Bobby spots the girls and races over with glee. Any past grievances obviously long forgotten. I follow at a more leisurely pace and watch as Ennis’ eyes flick up and down my body, lingering a split second too long just below my waist. A flush of heat spreads through me. He’s checking me out. I just know it.
“Hey.” I hold out my hand for him to shake. “How are you?”
“Good.” Ennis nods and takes my hand. “You?”
“Yeah.” I smile.
We continue looking at each other as our hands fall apart.
“Daddeeee!” Bobby impatiently tugs my other hand. “Wanna play!”
I wrench my gaze away from Ennis and nod down at my boy. “Ok, bud. Let’s go.”
Ennis and I stand together at the edge of the playground and watch the three kids disappear.
“That was some rain last week, huh?” Ennis says, eyes on the melee of kids and climbing frames.
“I’ll say. Made the mistake of coming here on Saturday. It was crazy. Won’t be doing that again.”
Ennis smiles and turns to me. “The girls missed Bobby,” he says, after a moment.
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “They weren’t scarred for life? After the debacle in McDonalds?” Not known for his subtlety, or gentlemanly behaviour, my boy.
“Nah.” Ennis shakes his head. “They’re made of tougher stuff than they look.”
I guess they must be. They seem pretty well adjusted kids considering they’ve survived a divorce. I’m assuming from Ennis’ demeanour - and what he hasn’t said - that it was probably a messy one too. I feel bad for him. Divorce is always sad no matter how well it’s handled.
“No coffee this week?” He looks pointedly at my empty hands which are thrust into my pockets.
“Nope, sorry. Was in a bit of a rush this morning.” Not strictly true, but even the three minutes at Starbucks was three minutes less spent at the playground with Ennis.
“Figure I owe you a drink anyway,” he muses. “How about that beer instead?”
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The weather put a temporary stop to Jack's plans last week...
It’s the longest week ever. Friday morning eventually rolls around and I can’t get us out of the house quick enough.
We park up. I let my boy out of the car and turn to see a familiar jeep pull into the parking lot a few spaces down from us. A happy grin spreads over my face and the bottom falls out of my stomach as Ennis jumps out and smiles back at me. He’s looking even more attractive after a two week absence. I lock up the car and subtly check my appearance in the window.
Bobby spots the girls and races over with glee. Any past grievances obviously long forgotten. I follow at a more leisurely pace and watch as Ennis’ eyes flick up and down my body, lingering a split second too long just below my waist. A flush of heat spreads through me. He’s checking me out. I just know it.
“Hey.” I hold out my hand for him to shake. “How are you?”
“Good.” Ennis nods and takes my hand. “You?”
“Yeah.” I smile.
We continue looking at each other as our hands fall apart.
“Daddeeee!” Bobby impatiently tugs my other hand. “Wanna play!”
I wrench my gaze away from Ennis and nod down at my boy. “Ok, bud. Let’s go.”
Ennis and I stand together at the edge of the playground and watch the three kids disappear.
“That was some rain last week, huh?” Ennis says, eyes on the melee of kids and climbing frames.
“I’ll say. Made the mistake of coming here on Saturday. It was crazy. Won’t be doing that again.”
Ennis smiles and turns to me. “The girls missed Bobby,” he says, after a moment.
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “They weren’t scarred for life? After the debacle in McDonalds?” Not known for his subtlety, or gentlemanly behaviour, my boy.
“Nah.” Ennis shakes his head. “They’re made of tougher stuff than they look.”
I guess they must be. They seem pretty well adjusted kids considering they’ve survived a divorce. I’m assuming from Ennis’ demeanour - and what he hasn’t said - that it was probably a messy one too. I feel bad for him. Divorce is always sad no matter how well it’s handled.
“No coffee this week?” He looks pointedly at my empty hands which are thrust into my pockets.
“Nope, sorry. Was in a bit of a rush this morning.” Not strictly true, but even the three minutes at Starbucks was three minutes less spent at the playground with Ennis.
“Figure I owe you a drink anyway,” he muses. “How about that beer instead?”
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