Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(117)

I turned my head in her direction and stared at her.

“What?”

I smiled and shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Okay. Oh. Wait here I have something to show you.”

She hopped up and headed toward the garage. Shawn instantly flipped onto his stomach then slid off the couch to go after his mother. Ginger was back, carrying a bag before he even made it to the door. She scooped him up and gave him rapid fire kisses on his neck. He erupted into laughter.

“What’s in the bag?”

She sat Shawn on my lap. “Wait and see.”

Ginger ran off to the half-bath. She returned a few minutes, leaving me speechless as I stared at her. She stood there wearing a skin-tight, black pleather, full body suit. The front zipper stopped right at her cleavage. The material hugged every delectable curve of her body. I picked Shawn up and sat him on the cushion beside me. He quickly got down and ran over to his mom.

“Say something,” she commented, bending down to pick up Shawn. “I have other accessories, but I didn’t want to put on all the pieces right now.”

Ginger shifted Shawn in her arms, and in doing so pulled the fabric exposing more of her breasts.

“Mal?”

“Huh? Yeah. So...am I supposed to kiss your boots and call you mistress, because I’m totally down for that.”

“Oh my god, Malcolm. What? No. Wait…you’d want to do that?”

“Hell yeah. You, in that, I’d do whatever the hell you told me to do.”

A carefree smile spread across her face. “Is that something on your…” she stopped to look at Shawn, who now had his head resting on her shoulder. “On your special list?”

“It is now.”

She laughed. “Why do I encourage you?”

“Because you love the rewards you get by doing so.”

Her beautiful face filled with color. She cleared her throat. “That is a conversation for another time. But back to my current outfit. It’s for Halloween.”

“You’re going to wear that to answer the door for kids? Because I’m fairly certain all the dads will return for a second round and the moms will get pissed.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She reached up to brush hair from Shawn’s forehead and gave him a kiss. “I decided to go with you guys. It’ll be his first time, and I don’t want to miss it. And I know you said you’d take pictures, but it’s not the same, you know.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “It’s not like I can avoid it this year, anyway. At the other house, it was easy. Gate closed, lights around the gate off. I could just go to bed early and wait for the next day. Here, I have to face it regardless. Decorations are up, and there will be kids at the door. So, it’s either face it, or go hang out with Dorian, but knowing her she’d be working late or something.”

She walked over and handed Shawn to me. He fussed about the exchange, reaching out again for his mom.

“I just need to go change, buddy.”

“Why would you do that?”

Ginger rolled her eyes at me, and then she leaned over to give Shawn a quick kiss. I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me. I sat up, meeting her halfway until our lips touched. Her other hand came up to stroke my cheek.

“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll put it back on later.”

“And if I’m bad?”

She broke out into a large grin. “Then you’re kissing my boots.”

I sat back laughing and enjoyed the view of her ass as she walked away.

“All right, kid, let’s get you a dry diaper and ready for bed.”

I’d just gotten settled in the glider, preparing to read him a story when Ginger entered the room. Soon as he saw his mother, Shawn reached out for her. I got up to let her take the chair and placed Shawn in her lap.

“What exactly is your costume?”

“Um, well I had to match you guys. And since this one has been Hulk smashing everything since you got him his, and you’re the arrow shooty guy.”

“Hawkeye.”

“Yeah, him…Anyway, not many options, so I’m Black Widow.”

We let the irony of that statement hang in the air.

I leaned down to kiss the top of Shawn’s head. “Night, Lil’ Man.”

Boxes filled the space of our master bedroom. Unpacking we could tackle tomorrow. I plopped down onto the bed, using my forearm to cover my eyes. It’d been one hell of a day. The sound of a drawer opening broke through my quiet moment. Looking over toward the noise, I saw Ginger pulling out one of my white T-shirts. She was already topless, with her back to me. The idea of that damn scar being gone pleased me. I wasn’t bothered by the scar itself, but knowing what it represented made it hard to see.

I propped up onto my elbows, watching as she pulled the cotton fabric down onto her body. “For Christmas, I’m buying you a package of those.”

She turned, smiling, as she wiggled out of her pants. “I’d still wear yours.”

“Why?”

She walked over, straddling me as she climbed onto the bed. “Because they’re yours.”

I slid my arms around her waist, letting my hands move down to grab her ass. “Oh, that makes perfect sense.”

“It does.”