Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Just Read

Holly fondly watched as Shiloh squatted down, his diaper clad butt almost touching the hardwood floor, and perused his little bookshelf for the next one he wanted her to read. She had a stack of books on the coffee table already, twenty the last time she counted. The boy had been enthralled in trying to read, in listening to book after book and trying to keep up and recognize words, he'd been engrossed in story upon story for going on two weeks now. At first Holly loved it. She loved reading and loved that Shy had gotten so into it, it was a huge part of her childhood and could relate greatly. But day after day of the begging to be read to, of the crying when she had to stop, of giant stacks that she then had to wiggle back into place, it was wearing her out.

"This one!" Shiloh exclaimed, the words mispronounced as usual. He held up the colourful soft covered book for Holly to see. Pirates. The third pirate themed one that afternoon.

"Looks good, Shy." Holly smiled and patted the spot next to her. And as the boy toddled over she said, "this one has to be the last one though. I've got to start dinner, but mommy should be home soon. Okay?"

Shiloh placed the thin book on the brunette's lap and climbed onto the couch. He wiggled into Holly's side, just as he had every other time he rejoined the brunette on the couch, and once comfortable he opened to the first page. Holly poked his side to get his attention and he wormed closer into her. "Okay?" Holly asked again. She knew the game he was playing, even at two he was starting.

"Okay." Shiloh sighed dramatically.

Satisfied, Holly wrapped an arm around the boy and focused on the page laid out for her. Just as she went to read she stopped. The word wasn't English, she scanned the rest of the page and the one next to it, none of the words were English and in fact we're French. Now Holly, as a proud Canadian, knew some French. Very few words, and even fewer sentences. She could tell you flavours of things, she could get the gist of how to cook something out of a box without having to turn to the English side, she could even order basic things at a restaurant. But she could not read a child's book.

Shiloh looked up impatiently, Holly met that with an amused grin. She glanced between the toddler and the open page. "I can't read this one." She confessed.

Shiloh pulled a face only his mom could have given to him, a mix of confusion and 'why the hell not'.

"I can't read French."

His brows crunched even closer together, she could see him trying to puzzle it all together in the blue of his eyes.

"This book is in French, I can't read or speak French like mommy can." Holly explained. "I can't even speak as much as you can." She watched the light bulb go off in his head with adoration.

"'Nother one?"

"How about we save this one for when mommy comes home and we go make dinner together?" Holly suggested, placing the book on the towering stack they'd read in the last hour and a half. Shiloh replied by holding his arms up and making grabby hands, his way of ordering to be picked up. Holly gladly stood and hoisted him onto her hip.

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"Haven't seen those dance moves in years."

Holly froze and spun around. Her face turned a bright red as she realized what she'd been doing and who had caught her. Gail leaned in the kitchen door frame, a smirk across her lips, and a blue eyed baby in one arm. Shiloh giggled.

She pivoted back around just as fast as she had before and parented that dinner needed to be stirred again.

"Shows how often you show up to our dance parties." Holly tried to smooth over her embarrassment.

"I'll be sure not to miss the next one then." Gail replied closer than she had expected. Her pulse was racing and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the adrenaline from her embarrassment, or it could be from the scare of not even knowing the blonde had gotten home.

"Supper's just about ready, why don't you get Shy ready, he's a mess." Holly fumbled to get past the moment.

"Who isn't." Gail asked rhetorically. Holly chuckled.

After dinner, a bath, and some down time playing it came Shiloh's bedtime. And so they went through the set routine of a potty attempt, fresh diaper and pjs, teeth, and tuck in. When lead them to the second half, story and lullaby's.

Even after so long Holly couldn't get over the sight of the blonde in the crib. For some reason or another Gail always climbed into Shiloh's crib with him to put him to bed, and not even on the open side where they had removed the bars, she wiggled her way between the wall and the toddler.

"Tonight's book was chosen this afternoon when I couldn't read it." Holly smiled fondly at the pair and passed the thin story to the blonde as she settled on the shaggy rug next to Shiloh's bed. Gail took one look and barked a laugh. She turned to the brunette with a smile that hit her eyes.

"Quoi? As-tu des problems a lire un livre d'enfant?" She asked, earning herself a giggle from her son and an unimpressed glare from her friend.

"Very funny." Holly's tone matched her glare but gave way to her actual amusement of the situation. She reached over the blue eyed boy, all snug in bed with his mom, and tapped the colourful cover of the book. "Just read the damn thing."

Gail sent the brunette one last grin and opened to the first page. Her shoulders relaxed as she held the book up on her legs, feet in the air and ankles crossed, she began to read.

Holly practically melted on the spot. She loved listening to Gail read, enjoyed the funny voices she added, the quick comments about bad choices of attire and silly silly characters, but there was something about they way she read in other languages that got to her. Gail's voice would change all together, turn into something foreign if it weren't for its common appearance. Different languages, the different tongues, had always intrigued Holly. She'd always wanted to be able to speak more than just English. But she was bad at it, she didn't have an ear for it, she couldn't keep much and eventually she gave up trying and left it to those who could. Like Gail, she could pick up a new language and be fluent within a month.

So she listened intently, only catching a word or two every so often, and watched the different reactions Shiloh gave.

"Fin." Gail closed the book and kissed the side of Shiloh's head, which had snuck it's way up onto her collarbone and nuzzled into her neck. He was passed out long before the end of his story, he hadn't even made it to the middle when his eyes fluttered closed and didn't reopen. Gail's eyes found Holly's and she let a small smile grace her lips. "So how'd you like the story?"

Holly gave her a crooked grin. "It was nice."

Gail hummed her agreement. "Did you get any of it?"

She shook her head.

"Then how do you know if it was any good?" Gail challenged.

"Maybe I should clarify. I have no idea if it was actually any good, but the telling of it was nice and enjoyable."

Gail licked her lips. Before she could reply Shiloh moved and took the moment away. "I should move before I get stuck in his talons and never be able to move again."

Holly immediately moved to help by holding Shiloh's head so Gail could slide out under him. Once out Gail straightened out her shirt.

"Well I'm off to bed too, I've got another long day tomorrow." Gail announced. "And don't worry, I'm still going to do the dishes as promised."

Holly smirked at her closest friend. She knew the blonde wasn't going to be up for doing them the next night, she'd been working doubles to try and keep up with the days she missed due to her son. "Goodnight Gail."

"Night Nerd."