A Baby For Kydd

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As he drove her home. Her mind raced. What was he thinking. Maybe he thought she was a horrible kisser. OMG! I'm a horrible kisser! She thought to herself. Why didn't I practice on my hand! Just as she was going to make a mental note about not practicing her kissing. He parked in a parking lot.
They were at a park.
" Come on baby girl. "
She followed him to the swings. He pushed her and laughed as she shrieked out!
" Not so high. Or too fast! I'm afraid of heights."
He slowed her down, pulled her close.
" I wouldn't dream of making you feel hurt, scared or uncomfortable baby girl."
He kissed her this time he pushed his tongue into her mouth. This was French kissing. Wasn't this first base? He pulled her off the swing picking her up as her legs swung. He didn't stop kissing her even as he walked towards the slide. He laid her back on the cold playground equipment.
He kept on kissing her letting his tongue dance with hers. He slid his hands down wards. And she froze a bit.
She was scared. She wasn't ready to have sex with him. But she was worried he would think she really was a baby. He pulled up her shirt. And started to kiss her neck.
She let a soft moan out. And he begin to slip his hands into her shorts.
" No, wait stop. "
She gently pushed him away. And small tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
He stared at her.
" Hey baby girl, what's wrong? "
He didn't sound mad.
She sniffed a bit.
" Im not ready, to do that. Yet. I'm still... A ya know..."
He pulled her closer.
" Im sorry baby girl, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
He kissed the top of her head. " You okay? "
He looked at her face and wiped the tears away.
" I'm fine, thanks for understanding."
He smiled and pulled her closer. She smelled his shirt and wrapped Her arms tight around him..
He lifted her head.
" You're an amazing girl, you know that right? "
He kissed her lips again.
" I'm Just going to say it baby girl, look since I met you I have been unable to stop thinking about you. Hell girl it's like you put a spell on me. "
He lifted Kydd up on the slide.
" Call me corny okay? "
He got down on one knee and took a hold of her hand.
" Kydd Londyn Garcia! "
She couldn't believe this. It was straight out of a fairy tale.
" Will you be my girlfriend? "
He looked up at her with his eyes.
She smiled and nodded
Blushing like crazy..
" Yes!! "
He stood up and grabbed her picked up and swung Her around. While he kissed her soft lips..

As they stood at her door way. He kissed her cheek. Before walking back to his car. " I'll pick you up in the morning baby girl. "

As she walked into the house her parents were sitting in the living room.
Her mother smiled.
" I know that look. "
She blushed.
" Mom! "
" Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But I hope you made the right choices."
She walked up the stairs.
" Goodnight mom. "
" Wait a minute young lady. "
She stopped walking.
" Come here, don't tell me Just because we let you go on one date suddenly you're too old to give you're loving parents goodnight kisses? "
She smiled and walked back down.
" Never daddy. "
She kissed his cheek and then her mom's.
" I'll be taking you to school in the morning, your brother has an interview so he will be gone early in the morning."
" Oh.. Well Cobain. The guy I had a date with tonight was going to take me. "
Her father gave a look.
" Picking you up for school, Ha. That's something a boyfriend would do. "
" Well.. Daddy, Mommy."
" One date and suddenly you're dating this boy? "
Her father's voice had never sounded so serious.
" Hunny, you don't know him that well to call him a boyfriend."
" Mom, Dad.. He's not like other guys. He's very nice and he treats me with a lot of respect. We won't be doing anything I promise Daddy. "
She gave them hopeful looks. Her father sighed loudly.
" Alright, but you March your but upstairs and text him before it's too late. Tell him to come a bit early. I want to meet him. "
She smiled and hugged both of her parents.
And started up the stairs.
" Lilly, get my gun. "
She could hear her mother laugh.

As she texted him she couldn't stop smiling. If daddy and Cobain got along he could come over for dinner. And maybe he could come home a Sunday..