Work In Progress: My Weekend Love

Chapter One: Hello, Daddy

Splash!

Water splashes all over me drenching my Kindle and sunglasses in little droplets. I look up from the screen and notice a little boy break through the surface of the water, giggling his way to the edge, as he pulls himself up and out of the pool.

I start to smile when an older man, most likely in his late 70's, approaches him. "Stop that, you little shit," he yells as his face reddens with anger. "I didn't pay all this money to come here and tolerate little brats like you."

"Hey!" I shout, standing up and walking toward them. "Back off, you old fart. Before I do something I shouldn't. I'd hate to be charged with elder abuse."

"Now listen here young lady," he yells back, as his spittle lands on my sunglasses.

Gross! I think I'm gonna puke.

He wags his finger in my face. "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to speak to me that way."

"No! You have no right to speak to this little boy that way. This is a family friendly resort and this pool is accessible to kids. It has a freaking splash pad for goodness sake. Go to the adults-only pool."

"Hey miss," the boy grumbles at me. "I'm no little kid. I'm eight."

I turn to face him. "Shh," I say. "Let me handle this."

"That pool has no available lounge chairs," the man continues to yell at us.

I turn to face him again. "Well, that's too bad. You're a grown ass man so deal with it. Now, fuck off."

The man huffs and walks away.

I crouch down toward the little —I mean eight year old— boy. "Hey there, are you okay?"

He nods at me. "Yeah, thanks miss."

I smile and straighten up as the boy calls out, "Hey, daddy," and waves to someone behind me.

I turn around and notice a man with long hair and a mustache approaching us. He looks like a 1970's rockstar, and his swim trunks covered in a skull print really add to the look.

Well, hello daddy!

I stare at him open-mouthed. He's not really my type but those tanned abs glistening in the sun are everyone's type.

"¿Hey hijo, que haces?" he asks as he closes in on us.

Hmm, maybe I should say hola papi.

"No fue mi culpa," the boy explains.

I face his daddy and defend him. "Si, es la verdad, no fue su culpa."

He looks at me with surprise in his eyes. "¿Hablas Español?"

I nod at him. "Si, un poquito."

"Very well, what happened if it wasn't his fault?"

"I was just jumping into the pool, daddy. That mean man came up to me yelling, and this nice lady defended me. She told him to fuck off," the boy explains.

Uh-oh! Maybe, he should've left that last part out.

The man clears his throat and smiles at me. "Well, I guess we owe you a thank you. I appreciate you looking out for my kid. Say thank you to the kind lady, Luis."

Luis looks up at me. "Thank you, miss."

I smile down at him. "Anytime, kid."

Luis's dad nods at me and turns to walk away. "Come on Luis, let's go," he calls out.

"Yes, daddy," Luis replies, and he follows after him.

"Whew, daddy," I whisper as I fan my face with my hand.

Luis's dad stops walking and turns to face me.

Uh-oh! Did he hear me?

He gives me a huge smile. Then, turns again and walks away.