an: !! part two of a new series y'all liked!! i'm honestly surprprised the amount of love and attention my last post got at my VERY FIRST POST so tysm girls!!! (divider by @bbyg4rlhelps!!!) PART 2/?
I smile at the lisp in her voice as she looks up at me with her big eyes and cute big glasses.
"Yes, honey?" I ask, opening my door wider and squatting down to her level.
"I was...I was uhm...I was doing my chalk over there..." She point to the cul de sac, in front of her house. I nod and then look again...a woman was hosing down her chalk artwork on the sidewalk. What the fuck?!
"She...is hosing it?" She nods and whimpers. "Where is your daddy, Emma?" I ask, holding her little chalk dirtied hands.
"Daddy is under the car. He's fixing it." When I look again I see Chris holding a dirty rag, in a white tank top, dirtied jeans, looking like he was previously working on the car, arguing with the woman. Oh damn.
I look down at Emma, biting my lip. "Uhm...how about. Oh! Do you want a cookie?" She nods. I smile and pull her into my kitchen and hand her a cookie from my current batch. I "wash dishes" while nosily watching them argue.
"Emma?" She looks up at me. "Why didn't you get daddy?" She shrugs. I sigh and keep watching. I see Chris pause and look around frantically I quickly open my front door and stand on my patio, waving him down. "Chris! I have Emma!" He quickly jogs over and walks into the kitchen.
He reeks of sweat, car oil, and anger. I sit down next to Emma. "I'm...sorry." I say gently. He shakes his head. "W-When I first moved in I tried to bring that woman a cake and she said to buzz off...She's not very kind. She's not even an old woman, she's just...mean."
"Whatever. I don't wanna dwell on dumb bit-" He pauses and looks down at Emma. "Neighbors." I giggle, covering my mouth.
He smirks, "Thank you for taking Emma. I'm glad she didn't hear the words coming out of my mouth." I nod and pat her knee. He scoops her up and gives me a side hug, murmuring 'thank you's' and 'I owe ya's'
I smell the cologne on his neck, the sweat grazing my cheek. I blush and nod. "Have a good afternoon." I say, he waves and grabs Emma's little hand, making her wave.
The next morning I wake up to my loud ass alarm, I groan and sit up. Today was my first day at this new bakery down the street, I was pretty anxious to say the least.
I walk to my car, when I see Chris putting Emma in her car seat, most likely for daycare. "Hey!" He calls out, I pause and turn, he smiles. "Hi! Good morning!" I smile. "Y/n! Lemme take you out for dinner, yeah? I wanna thank you for last night." I pause, my hand on my door handle.
Take me out to dinner?
"Y-Yes! Of course!" On the outside, I'm trying to not squeal, on the inside I feel my stomach doing back fuckin' handsprings. He nods "How 'bout seven?" I nod, he nods and waves.
I get into my car, I squeal and shake the wheel, noticing the door wasn't closed. I gasp, I look at Chris, laughing to himself as he leaves his driveway.
an: !! This is my very first post ever and a series???? idk... (divider by @bbyg4rlhelps!!!) PART 1/?
I groaned grabbing my lower back as I pushed my loveseat into my door. Damn. Who knew moving would be this damn hard?
"Fuck this." I mutter. I grab my phone aggressively. "Siri, call 'Dad.'" I say, pushing a curl behind my ear, annoyed. "Calling emergency services." The robotic voice plays.
I groan and throw my phone onto the loveseat that's halfway into my front door.
It's the middle of summer in LA. It's hot, sticky, and I bet steam is coming out of my ears. "Ahem..." I quickly turn, a handsome brown haired, grey eyed, sun kissed, man. I swallow thickly.
"Y-yes.." I stutter. "Hi, hello. I'm Y/N. I must be your neighbor?" I ask, extending my hand out to him. And that's when I see the 3 year old girl with braided pigtails and sucking her pinky.
"Hi, yeah. I'm Chris. I live in 2983." He says as he adjusts the little girl, pointing to the house across the street. I smile and nod. "Cool."
He shakes my hand. No ring. He must not be married.
"So...do you need help with this loveseat?" He adjusts his backwards Boston Sox hat and gestures to the loveseat halfway into my front door.
I nod, sighing. "I think I'm scraping up my porch." He chuckles and puts his little girl down, muttering something to her. She nods and sits, watching.
"Is that your daughter?" I ask maybe a little too bluntly. He nods, smiling. "That's my girl. Her name is Emma." He gently pushes the couch in.
I glance over at her, she's beautiful. Blonde curls frizzy from her messy pigtails, grey eyes, and cute little glasses. I smile. "How old?"
"Three. She'll be four in December." He smiles, wiping off his hands and adjusting his shirt. I close my front door. "She's perfect."
He pauses, then looks at her. "Yeah...Hopefully she's not like her mother." Oh. I swallow thickly. "I'm sorry." He nods. "It's fine."
He looks up at me with a smile. "If you ever need me. Knock." I nod, he puts Emma on his hip waving. "Bye, Chris. Bye, Emma." I giggle and wave.
Woah. That guy was hot.
A week or so later, I'm sitting at my desk, typing away on my computer. I hear a knock at my front door. A very small...faint knock. I frown and stand up and open the door. Huh? No ones here.
"Miss lady?" I hear a small sweet voice, I look down. Emma.
