and still...the bike still running, his one hand resting on the handle bar, the other on his thigh...through the dark shades, she knew he stared at her. In her mind's eye, she saw beyond the darkness of the glasses to blue-gray eyes, sensing what they would relay were he to remove his eye protection. As if to confirm it, he reached up and slowly removed them. Sylvia felt her heart skip a beat, with the fluttering in her stomach following suit.
God almighty, look at her. I want you, lady...I want you, and come what may, you're going to be mine, Everett thought as he pulled up to his porch, having his pulse race to see Sylvia and her grandson sitting there waiting on him and Isaac. The picture was one that gave him a feeling of contentment, a feeling of rightness. She was what he wanted...and he wasn't a stupid man. His nearness, his presence, did things to her as well. Things she tried to hide, but it was too late. He'd laid up last night thinking long and hard...and seriously. He was willing to take another chance on a serious relationship, because he knew with her it would have to be that...or nothing. Isaac was talking to him. He had to tear his eyes away from her to give him his attention. "Can we go again?" Isaac pleaded.
"That's enough, Isaac," Sylvia announced, having gotten up from the porch, overhearing as she approached the bike. Everett reached past Isaac and turned off the engine. "One more time," he begged. Sylvia looked him straight in the eyes, shaking her head with an expression that said loud and clear, No! And don't ask again! He knew the expression; he'd received it enough from his mother, grandma's daughter. Isaac sighed but then looked at his little brother and immediately brightened. "You see me, Darren? You too little to ride, you just a baby...when you get big like me, you can ride then," he announced as Everett removed his helmet from his head. Darren gave a perplexed look and laughed, then said his one dependable word, "no", unsure of what Isaac was saying. They all looked towards the road upon hearing a car horn blow.
"That's my mama and daddy! I ride the moto'cycle! I ride the moto'cycle!" he began yelling as he worked to get down from the bike. Everett chuckled, handing him down to the ground, and he took off towards the road to his parents.
"Isaac!" Sylvia, Everett, and Victor, Sylvia's son in law, yelled at the same time to stop him. He skidded to a halt.
"What did I tell you about that road and running into it?" Sylvia scolded as she marched up to him, reaching down, grabbing his hand. "I wanna tell my daddy about the moto'cycle," Isaac whined. Sylvia sighed deep, shaking her head as Victor sat partly in her driveway glaring at his son. Shaking his head as well, he pulled the rest of the way in and around the inner curve as Sylvia walked into the yard, one grandson on her hip, the other in hand. As soon as she stepped out of the car, Crystal, her daughter, started in on him. "Little boy, you are going to get the worse spanking you ever had about running into that road. I've told you over and over about that!"
"I ride the moto'cycle!" Isaac whined, the scolding stealing his joy from the telling of his great adventure on a machine he'd admired since the first time they rumbled by him, sitting in his parent's car, strapped snugly in his car seat. "Chile, get yo’ kids. I'm done. They stuff is waitin' at the door," Sylvia announced, turning Isaac loose and handing Darren over to his mother. His arms outstretched, his little fingers pumping eagerly for his mother to take him. "That's right, baby...go to yo’ mama. Grandma love ya...but grandma done had enough."
"Mamaaa!" Crystal whined, laughing.
"I'm just telling you the truth! I raised my babies! These yours, have at it!" Crystal laughed, shaking her head. "You don't have to be so excited about us coming to get 'em." She grinned.
"Who don't have to be excited? I can't help but be excited! My baby days are over! And I ain't missin' a
God almighty, look at her. I want you, lady...I want you, and come what may, you're going to be mine, Everett thought as he pulled up to his porch, having his pulse race to see Sylvia and her grandson sitting there waiting on him and Isaac. The picture was one that gave him a feeling of contentment, a feeling of rightness. She was what he wanted...and he wasn't a stupid man. His nearness, his presence, did things to her as well. Things she tried to hide, but it was too late. He'd laid up last night thinking long and hard...and seriously. He was willing to take another chance on a serious relationship, because he knew with her it would have to be that...or nothing. Isaac was talking to him. He had to tear his eyes away from her to give him his attention. "Can we go again?" Isaac pleaded.
"That's enough, Isaac," Sylvia announced, having gotten up from the porch, overhearing as she approached the bike. Everett reached past Isaac and turned off the engine. "One more time," he begged. Sylvia looked him straight in the eyes, shaking her head with an expression that said loud and clear, No! And don't ask again! He knew the expression; he'd received it enough from his mother, grandma's daughter. Isaac sighed but then looked at his little brother and immediately brightened. "You see me, Darren? You too little to ride, you just a baby...when you get big like me, you can ride then," he announced as Everett removed his helmet from his head. Darren gave a perplexed look and laughed, then said his one dependable word, "no", unsure of what Isaac was saying. They all looked towards the road upon hearing a car horn blow.
"That's my mama and daddy! I ride the moto'cycle! I ride the moto'cycle!" he began yelling as he worked to get down from the bike. Everett chuckled, handing him down to the ground, and he took off towards the road to his parents.
"Isaac!" Sylvia, Everett, and Victor, Sylvia's son in law, yelled at the same time to stop him. He skidded to a halt.
"What did I tell you about that road and running into it?" Sylvia scolded as she marched up to him, reaching down, grabbing his hand. "I wanna tell my daddy about the moto'cycle," Isaac whined. Sylvia sighed deep, shaking her head as Victor sat partly in her driveway glaring at his son. Shaking his head as well, he pulled the rest of the way in and around the inner curve as Sylvia walked into the yard, one grandson on her hip, the other in hand. As soon as she stepped out of the car, Crystal, her daughter, started in on him. "Little boy, you are going to get the worse spanking you ever had about running into that road. I've told you over and over about that!"
"I ride the moto'cycle!" Isaac whined, the scolding stealing his joy from the telling of his great adventure on a machine he'd admired since the first time they rumbled by him, sitting in his parent's car, strapped snugly in his car seat. "Chile, get yo’ kids. I'm done. They stuff is waitin' at the door," Sylvia announced, turning Isaac loose and handing Darren over to his mother. His arms outstretched, his little fingers pumping eagerly for his mother to take him. "That's right, baby...go to yo’ mama. Grandma love ya...but grandma done had enough."
"Mamaaa!" Crystal whined, laughing.
"I'm just telling you the truth! I raised my babies! These yours, have at it!" Crystal laughed, shaking her head. "You don't have to be so excited about us coming to get 'em." She grinned.
"Who don't have to be excited? I can't help but be excited! My baby days are over! And I ain't missin' a
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