When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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Her face hides behind her hands as we sit on the patterned blanket across the grass. She giggles loudly as I sit patiently across from her.
"I don't know? I swear I just saw Charlie... where did she go?" She squeals even louder from my words as I pretend to look around as her eyes peek through her fingers.
"Hmmm, is she under the blanket?" I lift the blanket and place it down, "in the basket of fruit?" I lift the basket as she giggles.
"Maybe she's by the trees over there?" Her giggles grow louder letting down her small little hands.
"No mommy I'm right here!" I gasp as I stare at her and then scoop her up in my arms tickling her. She squeals slightly as I hold her tight.
"Oh you did so well at hiding! I couldn't find you anywhere you sneaky girl!" She stands slowly clapping her hands together in excitement. She looks over to the pack of cupcakes I'd brought, for a celebration of course.
Her and Hayes's half birthday, it justifies the cupcakes when I saw them in the store. She stares at them for a moment and then she's lifted off the ground again squealing.
He laughs as she squeals dramatically and then her expression changes as she recognizes her father. Then she clings to him like a koala holding him as tight as she possibly can.
He looks down at what she was staring at "Ah thats what it is! You sugar fiend!" She shakes her head, but I was just as guilty as he looked down at me.
"Cupcakes Princess?" He questions me.
"Happy halfs birbday!" Charlie justifies as he holds her tightly, this just causes him to laugh.
"I didn't know we were celebrating my half birthday and your half birthday?" Taking a seat besides me on the blanket I leaned into his arms.
August had called for a beautiful sunny day at the park and I took its chances. The slight breeze filled the mid august air making it just cool enough to enjoy a picnic.
What other way to celebrate a half birthday?
Charlie is two and a half and Hayes, my old man was thirty five and a half. Though he probably didn't need the reminder. He'd already complained enough about it, claimed it was all coming too soon. His thirties simply just began as he mused.
"Oh it's the best one to celebrate dada" He just shakes his head chuckling at my nonsense. He'd been working like crazy this week, but it was okay. Because he looked almost too sexy in these suits he'd come home in tired.
He also had his ways of making up for it.
But he took most weekends off to head to our home in Maine. He's getting the hang of sailing, but most of the time his instructor drives him mad. But I insisted to keep him because he's one of our neighbors Lenny, and he was a sweet old man.
