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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"I just can't do it!"
"Lilian...."
"It's hard!"
"Life is hard!" he said, holding the telltales and guiding me. "Just make sure the heel is facing towards the wind." I attempted to do as he showed.
But I felt as if we were going to capsize, and with some dumb luck, it worked. We began to take off properly, and I was sailing the boat.
I felt his two arms wrap around me from behind as he chuckled. He had learned how to sail four years ago, but refused to teach me until he felt fully confident in himself.
And for a man with such a big ego, four years later is quite the shock. We'd owned our home here for six years come this winter. But as August settled down and we prepared to send our baby off to Kindergarten. He decided it was a good time to distract me.
And after many early morning hours, I've succeeded, "See I told you I'd get it in no time! Easy," I could almost feel the eye roll from behind, but I didn't care. As we sailed through the wind I was happy.
And when we docked I felt accomplished, "Wow it's an end-of-summer miracle, Lil can sail!" I look to see Olive clapping followed by Charlie who sat beside her on the picnic blanket.
She'd promised her tea on the lawn while Mommy sailed. Just in time for her siblings' nap to be over, "I learned just for you Olive." I muse and she lifts a plate of delicious cookies and I snatch one followed by Hayes.
"Mummy... these are my cookies," A new trait our daughters began to pick up with her food. She hated sharing.
"These are everyone's cookies, Aunt Olive baked them to share right?" Hayes says to Olive and she nods like her life depends on it. "Plus mommy just worked so hard, doesn't she deserve a cookie," She sat in a half-awake state in her princess night gown.
Cookies in the morning weren't ideal, but they suited my needs right now. But it caused her to be crossed-armed with a pout.
"Baby, sharing is caring" I remind her, and sigh nodding my head. The sass our child held, she took after her father in many ways. Most importantly, she took her cookies seriously.
Charlie escaped the rest of the awkward conversation by heading to the wooden swing Hayes had built her leaving the three of us here. I looked at the monitor to see the other two fast asleep still.
"We should probably wake them soon," Hayes says then bites into his cookie. Surprise fills his eyes and he looks over at Olive in approval.
"I have a talent for baking Grant, you haven't caught on yet? Every time your wife's pregnant I'm baking chocolate cakes like there's no tomorrow," She wasn't wrong, it was something about her recipe that knocked everything else out of the park.
"Oh, I'm aware. Imagine you hear something rattling in the kitchen at 1am and go down to discover your wife, the Sasquatch, raiding the fridge at seven months" It was true, I had a life-altering craving for her chocolate cake. It was the thing that made me feel better.
