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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
The day of this week that I was looking forward to the most - spending the day with Zak's mom by having lunch on the Strip and doing some shopping, but mainly spending quality time together. Don't let Nancy fool you: she is in fact the sweetest woman on the face of this Earth, but she had a wild side to her, and that wild side didn't show unless she was with me, especially when Zak wasn't around.
When the cat's away, the mice will play...
Now, it's not like we go around setting things ablaze or robbing a grocery store, but we were like best friends, saying out-of-pocket things and giggling like crazy over one joke for a good half hour.
I still laugh randomly about the time she and I were driving past the golf course and she so happened to see a man getting ready to swing and she beeped her horn at the same time, causing him to miss and throwing us the finger. God, it was hilarious, and we giggled about that until we got to our destination.
Yet, Zak didn't believe me when I told him the story because he's so used to his mom "behaving" when he's around.
Control freak, as Nancy would tease, though she always said he used to get embarrassed easily when he was young.
"What do you and mom have planned today?" Zak asked as he met me in the kitchen, kissing the back of my head before delivering a playful slap to my ass.
I hummed, "Don't worry about it. Can't have your blood pressure spiking again. More importantly: what do you have planned today?"
"Finishing up editing that episode with the guys. They're all coming over shortly after you leave."
"I wish I could help."
"You help enough, trust me. My mom has been chomping at the bit to hang out with you when you came back to town."
"Oh, I know, and I've been looking forward to it." I smirked.
"You two please stay out of trouble."
"Can't stay out of trouble if we never get into it..." I shrugged.
"So my mom stealing a couple of grapes from the grocery store isn't trouble?" He arched his brow.
"I didn't tell her to do that..."
"Mhm," He sighed, seeming to be unable to resist the urge to wrap his arms around my waist while I stirred the eggs for his omelet in the frying pan, except I couldn't help but notice how he seemed to cup my lower stomach as if I was pregnant, but I wasn't pregnant.
That I knew of...
Yet, I didn't say anything about it because he could have been imagining the feeling or it could've been the coincidence of his hands being there, but I still couldn't help it.
