The Love You Give

Interest Piqued

"We're going to need everyone to have each other's numbers," Jansen instructed much to Jace's annoyance. "Give me your phone," Jacob said to her. She handed it to him eyeing him suspiciously before he handed it back. She looked to see she was in a group message with numbers she didn't have saved and a simple text that said Jacob. Then came another that said Jackson. "Good idea, son," Jansen said before sending his own text followed by Celeste.

"You think you can figure out who the remaining number belongs to," Jace snarked causing her to roll her eyes. "Never mind him, I hope you love dessert, Ezra," Celeste chimed. "It's Pierre's best." Ezra was expecting some French pastry due to the chef's name and the way Celeste beamed, but was pleasantly surprised when a slice of cheesecake was placed in front of her.

Ezra couldn't help the small squeal that left her. She dug in immediately and moaned in heavenly delight at the soft and delicious treat. Jacob, Jackson and Jace couldn't help the shiver they felt when they heard that sinful moan leave Ezra's mouth. They found themselves adjusting themselves underneath the table as they watched her lick her fork happily. "I take it you like cheesecake." Celeste chuckled. "I absolutely adore it, but I refuse to learn how to make it or else I'll become 700 pounds from eating it every day." They all laughed at that and enjoyed dessert. Jace couldn't help but watch her. More specifically, he couldn't help watch her tongue. He was getting heated and frustrated by the moment.

"I'm going to see Charlotte." Jace announced getting up quickly. It was quickly masked, but he saw the look on Ezra's face when he mentioned who he was going to see. She was jealous and it made him smirk. "Don't wait up," he rubbed in watching in delight as she frowned. "Be careful," Celeste called after him. "I guess I should be going too," Jackson said before giving his Mom a kiss on the cheek. "Don't track any spray paint in my house, Jackson." Jansen warned earning him a nod. Ezra watched as the Latina woman began collecting plates and headed back into the kitchen. "You two have fun tonight. Jacob, make sure you look out for Ezra." Jansen instructed before getting up and heading up to his office. "Oh, honey, I wanted to take you out tomorrow for some girl time. I know you'll be starting school on Monday, so I figured we'd squeeze in a Sunday Funday just us two. Be ready at 9 am." Celeste smiled at Ezra before heading to the living room.

"Be ready in an hour and meet back here." Jacob told her before heading to his room. Ezra made her way into the kitchen where she saw a stocky brunette man talking with the Latina woman. "Hi. I'm Ezra." She introduced with a smile. "You must be Pierre. Dinner was delicious." She held out her hand and he shook it happily. "You must be who I have to thank for now having Sunday and Monday nights off once a month." Ezra's eyes widened. "How did you know already?" The man pulled her over to a nearby barstool. "Marisol is my ears when I'm stuffed away in this beauty cooking." The kitchen was a beauty and for two nights a month it would be her stomping grounds.

Ezra talked to Pierre and Marisol for quite some time. "Where are you from?" She asked eager to know. "I'm from Panama," Marisol answered with a smile. Ezra gave her a sad smile back and nodded. "My Dad is from Panama." Marisol nodded placing a hand over hers. "You say my name like a true Panamanian." The smile she gave Ezra chased away the sad thoughts she had about her father in that moment. "Where are you from Pierre? Your name screams France, but your accent says something else." The man laughed loudly causing his belly to shake. "I'm from Switzerland. My mother was French, hence the name, and my father was a German speaking Swiss. I can speak both languages, but my French has a German accent and my German has a French accent." They all laughed heartily at him.

"Bueno, puedo hablar español y francés (Well, I can speak both Spanish and French.)" Ezra said in Spanish. "Ainsi, nous aurons nos conversations parallèles juste entre nous. (So, we will get to have our side conversations just between us.)" She said in French before chuckling. "Very good, petit (little one). You must go and get ready for Monsieur Jacob. If I'm right he's taking you to the creek and it gets chilly there at night." Pierre instructed shooing her off. "Okay, I'll see you guys later." Marisol waved goodbye as she walked out of the kitchen door. Waiting for her was an angry Pitbull. "I'm sorry Barry Allen." She said petting him before climbing the stairs to her room. She entered her room and sighed that it hadn't been a dream. This was where she would be living hopefully until college and smiled. She opened the suitcase that held the few clothing items she had and sighed. She couldn't even compare her belongs to the lavishness around her because it didn't compute. She was beyond broke and had the wardrobe to prove it.

She pulled out a gray fleece sweater and smiled. Hannah had given this to her last Christmas. She put the sweater on and eyed her reflection in the large wall length mirror. These were one of only three pairs of jeans she owned and they were her favorite. They were dark and well worn. Her black combat boots completed the outfit to her liking, so she simply put her dreadlocks in a low ponytail and added lip balm to her lips.

She still had twenty minutes before she had to meet Jacob, so she decided to hang up the little clothes she did have and set up her keyboard and seat. There was a brand-new laptop on the desk in her room that she had yet to touch, but promised she'd be using to look for a job as soon as they got back. Barry had made himself comfortable on her bed and she frowned. "Dogs don't belong on furniture, Barry Allen." She scolded, but he cocked his head to the side confused. "You know what I'm saying to you, boy." She chuckled shaking her head at him. "I'll see you later, okay." He began to whine and followed her out.

"You're not coming, Barry." Jacob said walking out of his room as well. "She'll be back and then you can have the honor of snuggling with her all night." Ezra rubbed behind Barry's ears before watching him head back into her room. "You've got every guy in this house except my Dad going crazy over you." Jacob said lowly and, in her ear, reminding Ezra just how close they were. She looked up at him and watched as he bit his lip. They were so close. All she had to do was push up on her tippy toes and close the distance between their lips. She wanted to. Ezra desperately wanted to know what he tasted like, but at that moment Hannah's words filtered back into the forefront of her mind and she took a step back. "We should get going," she chuckled nervously. "I have a curfew unlike some people."

"Yeah," Jacob laughed. "Because you foolishly asked for one." They headed to a different side of the house that Ezra learned was the garage. It was huge with various cars lining the walls. "There's your baby." Jacob said pointing to an all-black G wagon that made Ezra's eyes pop out of her head. "It's beautiful!" Jacob laughed at her before grabbing her hand and leading her over to what on the outside looked like a regular black pickup truck. "This your baby." Ezra couldn't help but smile at Jacob's proud grin. "Her name is Della Rose and she's a beauty. Hop in!" He opened the door and helped her in as the truck was somewhat lifted. There was no console in the middle of the driver and passenger seat. It was just one long seat like the backseat and Ezra immediately liked the idea of sitting as close as possible to Jacob.