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[10] Ashton

"Daddy! I got a cookie!" Oliver yelled while running to meet Michael at the stairs with his cookie in hand.

"Take it back to the table. You know better." Michael ordered. Oliver turned back and sat at the table. Harry was beside him munching on his cookie.

I was talking to his mom. "So what do you do? For work?" She asks.

"I don't have a job. I was working at Target but I quit when my father left my mother. I wanted to help her with my siblings. I wanted to be there for her." I look over her shoulder and Michael is at the table, talking to Oliver about his cookie. Michael looked at me and puckered his lips.

I was honestly going to ask him to be mine before his dad walked in and ruined everything. I can't believe he is that self conceited that he is telling his son what he is doing wrong.

"Well, that was nice of you to do, but don't you want to get back to work? How do you pay for your apartment?" She continued.

"I use the money I have saved for a rainy day, but, I have three interviews next week, so hopefully if all goes well I'll have a job in the next week or two."

"If not I'm sure my husband can find you a position at his company, he's looking for new workers." I shook my head.

"That's not necessary. Be sides he an I did not get off to a good start." I state scoffing. I still can't believe him.

Oliver was handing a part of his cookie to his father, saying "Pappy, Nana made cookies." His repetition of the cookies is almost annoying. His mom waved me off and walked in the kitchen with Harry, Oliver, her son, and her husband. I followed her.

Michael had his head down looking at his phone he was typing something. I sat down next to Michael putting Oliver in my lap, who in returned shoved a chocolate chip cookie in my face. I took it from him and ate it. That's about the time when I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I lean over a retrieve my phone from my pocket.

I had a text from Michael.

Red:
Please just ask me already!

So that was what he was typing. I shook my head and replied.

Me:
That's not begging.

He replied immediately.

Red:
I'll show you begging when we get back.

My eyes widened. Does he mean what I think he means? I looked at him and he was smirking. Oh my god he does!

"It's already seven forty. And trick or treat starts at eight. Come on Ollie let's get ready!" Michael exclaimed standing up from where he sat and taking Oliver off my lap, his hand grazing my crotch. I abruptly stood and nodded at Harry to come with us.

We ran up stairs. I was still shocked at Michael's directness in front of his parents. I walked into Michael's room and grabbed Harry's costume and handed it him. Michael told him to go in his bathroom and changed. He obeyed.

Harry is a soft spoken kid. He has sass when he fells more comfortable around you. Trust me his sass is worse when he's at home then when he's around Michael.

Michael was helping Oliver with his constume when I saw some thing red poking out of random bag thrown on the bed. I held it up. It was a cape. "What's this?" I asked.

"Part of my costume. What am I going as Ollie?" Michael put the straps to his outfit on along with the coat on Oliver.

"Mike-ro-wave!" Olive screamed. I furrowed my eyebrows. A microwave? Then what's the cape for?