Unexpectedly

Meeting Roland

Robin and I have been together for a little over six months now, and we spend a good time together; when Roland is having play dates and hanging out with his Uncle John.

"Have any special plans this summer?" Robin asks pulling my into his side on my couch.

"I think Emma and I are gonna go away for a few days. Have a girl's weekend. How about you?" I say turning the TV on and turning on our favorite show, "Bones."

"I'm gonna be going back to Britain with Roland to see our family." He says.

"That's nice." I smile, but my heart sinks, I start to think about how I don't have any "family" left. My mom left when I was younger, and my father died when I was twenty. The only "family" I have is Emma.

"It is, I haven't seen them in a year. Roland misses them too."

"So, you came to America just to work for Regal?" I ask.

"Not only that, Roland's mother was from here. I moved her to be with her." He explains.

"How old is Roland?"

"He's five years old, going on six in a month." He says.

"I bet he's excited to be six."

"He is, he wants to spend his birthday with his grandparents too. He's very family oriented for a little tike." Robin says with pride.

"He sounds like a good kid." I say.

"He is a pretty good kid. He has his moments once in a blue moon though."

"Does he know about us?" I ask.

"Yes he knows, he likes to ask questions when I leave to come see you."

"Like what?" I sit up and look at him.

"Well, he asked me if you were pretty the night of our first date. He asked where I met you. Why I bought you flowers. Where I met you. The list goes on." He says.

"He's too cute." I state.

"Do you want to meet him?" He inquires.

"Yeah! I'd like to meet Roland." I grin.

"Alright, do you want to come home with me and spend the night?

"Sure."

"Cool, we can rent a movie too with him and make some cookies.

"You're not a very good cook. You burned our dinner the other night. Are you gonna be able to make cookies?" I laugh slightly.

He blushes slightly, "I am better at baking than cooking thank you very much. And you're gonna get it for bringing up our dinner. We agreed to never speak of it again."

"I forgot?" I say innocently.

"Haha." He grabs me and starts tickling me.

"That's not fair!" I say in between laughs.

"Oh, it's totally fair m'lady!"

"I call uncle!"

"There's no Uncle!" He laughs mischievously.

"I tap out!" I say, he relieves me from the pleasurable torture. I sit in his lap, of which he pulled me there.

"You're laugh is too cute." He chuckles.

"I don't think so." I say.

"Well I do." He captures my lips, and delicately swipes his tongue against my bottom lip asking for entry. I oblige, and our tongues dance profusley together in what seems forever. I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck. He glides his hands down my my sides and stops at my ass and squeezes slightly. I hum softly against his lips. He stops suddenly and I pout.