ass.
Michele’s laughter echoed through the restaurant as she covered her mouth with her hands.
“It wasn’t that funny,” Cody mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.
Shon laughed too. She could just imagine a big man like him inside of a potato sack.
“Mom.” Michele wiped at her eyes. “Dad was almost at the finish line, and he tumbled over, rolled, and crawled to the finish line.” She giggled some more. “You should have seen his face.” She gazed over at him. “When he made it to the finish line on his hands and knees, dad looked up and asked Ms. Linda,” she gasped, “did we win?”
Shon touched his hand, trying not to burst out laughing again. “Did you get hurt?” She caressed his knuckles.
“Now you ask, after laughing at me.” He frowned and then smiled. “We won that’s all that matters. Right, pumpkin?” He raised his hand in the air, and Michele tapped it.
“Yes, we did!” Michele beamed.
Her daughter was having so much fun getting to know Cody, making Shon feel worse everyday about the poor choice she made in not bringing them together sooner. She lovingly gazed at her little family. Cody would leave in a week, and Michele’s life would be turned upside down again, but this time she would always have him no matter where they were.
“Hold up,” Shon yelped. “Michele, didn’t you say he crawled to the finish line?”
“Yes,” their daughter replied.
“Aren’t you supposed to finish in the potato sack?” She arched her eyebrow.
“That’s just a technicality,” he chuckled. “We won, square and fair.”
“Are you sure about that?” Shon glanced between them.
“Well, Ms. Linda said we won.” Michele eyed Shon.
“So she cheated for you.” Shon bit into her food, staring at Cody.
“May I go to the bathroom?” Michele shoved back her seat.
“Yes,” Cody answered before Shon even had the opportunity to.
Michele stood and trotted to the back of the restaurant.
“It sounds like you two had fun today.” Shon wiped her mouth.
Cody placed his utensils down and gazed at her. “We did, but you were missing.”
“It was father and kids day not moms.” She pushed her plate away. “She needed this.”
“I needed it.” Cody moved back in his seat. “I need this, Shon.” He brushed his fingers in her hair. “I need us—her.”
Shon shrugged away from his touch. “Don’t you think I need this too?”
“Then show it, take a chance on us.” He moved his chair closer to her. “I made a mistake in not fighting for you before, but believe it when I tell you I won’t be making that mistake again.” His voice was stern.
“Good evening, Senior Chief,” Petty Officer Brown cackled, walking up to their table, staring at her and Cody with a smirk on her face. “Nice seeing you again, Lieutenant Commander Mitchell,” she said it with heavy sarcasm in her voice.
“Good evening, Latoya , we’re not at work.” Shon glared at the fake smile on her face.
“Oh, I noticed that.” She observed Cody. “Well okay then, have a great evening together.” She turned and walked away.
Cody went to say something, but Shon put up her hand. “Let it go.”
“Shon.” He went to touch her hand, and she thought about pulling away, however she couldn’t. He caressed her wrist. “You can’t let her, or anyone, talk to you in that manner. Regardless of where you are, you are still her Senior Chief. We haven’t done anything wrong.” He squeezed her wrist. “At least that anyone knows of.” He smirked, making her smile. “You have changed. What happened to your sharp tongue?”
“Oh, it’s still there, but a certain someone taught me to only use it when necessary, and right now, I’m not going to let Latoya ruin our night out.” She leaned in closer to him, whispering, “I love having you around.”
“I love being around.” Cody
Michele’s laughter echoed through the restaurant as she covered her mouth with her hands.
“It wasn’t that funny,” Cody mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.
Shon laughed too. She could just imagine a big man like him inside of a potato sack.
“Mom.” Michele wiped at her eyes. “Dad was almost at the finish line, and he tumbled over, rolled, and crawled to the finish line.” She giggled some more. “You should have seen his face.” She gazed over at him. “When he made it to the finish line on his hands and knees, dad looked up and asked Ms. Linda,” she gasped, “did we win?”
Shon touched his hand, trying not to burst out laughing again. “Did you get hurt?” She caressed his knuckles.
“Now you ask, after laughing at me.” He frowned and then smiled. “We won that’s all that matters. Right, pumpkin?” He raised his hand in the air, and Michele tapped it.
“Yes, we did!” Michele beamed.
Her daughter was having so much fun getting to know Cody, making Shon feel worse everyday about the poor choice she made in not bringing them together sooner. She lovingly gazed at her little family. Cody would leave in a week, and Michele’s life would be turned upside down again, but this time she would always have him no matter where they were.
“Hold up,” Shon yelped. “Michele, didn’t you say he crawled to the finish line?”
“Yes,” their daughter replied.
“Aren’t you supposed to finish in the potato sack?” She arched her eyebrow.
“That’s just a technicality,” he chuckled. “We won, square and fair.”
“Are you sure about that?” Shon glanced between them.
“Well, Ms. Linda said we won.” Michele eyed Shon.
“So she cheated for you.” Shon bit into her food, staring at Cody.
“May I go to the bathroom?” Michele shoved back her seat.
“Yes,” Cody answered before Shon even had the opportunity to.
Michele stood and trotted to the back of the restaurant.
“It sounds like you two had fun today.” Shon wiped her mouth.
Cody placed his utensils down and gazed at her. “We did, but you were missing.”
“It was father and kids day not moms.” She pushed her plate away. “She needed this.”
“I needed it.” Cody moved back in his seat. “I need this, Shon.” He brushed his fingers in her hair. “I need us—her.”
Shon shrugged away from his touch. “Don’t you think I need this too?”
“Then show it, take a chance on us.” He moved his chair closer to her. “I made a mistake in not fighting for you before, but believe it when I tell you I won’t be making that mistake again.” His voice was stern.
“Good evening, Senior Chief,” Petty Officer Brown cackled, walking up to their table, staring at her and Cody with a smirk on her face. “Nice seeing you again, Lieutenant Commander Mitchell,” she said it with heavy sarcasm in her voice.
“Good evening, Latoya , we’re not at work.” Shon glared at the fake smile on her face.
“Oh, I noticed that.” She observed Cody. “Well okay then, have a great evening together.” She turned and walked away.
Cody went to say something, but Shon put up her hand. “Let it go.”
“Shon.” He went to touch her hand, and she thought about pulling away, however she couldn’t. He caressed her wrist. “You can’t let her, or anyone, talk to you in that manner. Regardless of where you are, you are still her Senior Chief. We haven’t done anything wrong.” He squeezed her wrist. “At least that anyone knows of.” He smirked, making her smile. “You have changed. What happened to your sharp tongue?”
“Oh, it’s still there, but a certain someone taught me to only use it when necessary, and right now, I’m not going to let Latoya ruin our night out.” She leaned in closer to him, whispering, “I love having you around.”
“I love being around.” Cody
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