I asked Meems to pick up Lola and Nat because I had cupcakes to finish and thought I’d be late. Better only one person being late than two.
I park my Dung Beetle, grab my containers of baked delights and head over to the front door. It’s a classy timber double door. It’s nicely carved around the edges. My father would appreciate this door. I ring the bell and the sounds of soft bells chimes in the background.
God, even the doorbell is nice. Mental note; change the batteries on the sensor at Safira.
The front door opens and Nik beams, “Hey, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
He looks fine in jeans, white long sleeved t-shirt and sneakers.
I beam right back at him. I move forward and give him an awkward one armed hug because of the precious loot in hefting.
I tell him, “I wouldn’t stand you up, Niki.”
He takes the containers from my hands, and says, “Good. That would suck if you did.”
Now that he holds the containers, I put both my arms around his waist and squeeze. I look up and smile, “Never.”
His face changes. I’ve never seen that face on him before. It’s almost…lust? I’m not sure.
He clears his throat, straightens up and lifts the containers, “Let’s get these babies inside.”
He moves back and lets me in. We’re in a small hallway. And it’s amazing.
Both walls of the hallway are packed full of framed photos. Not neat or straight or all in a row. It’s like a collage. It looks like it was all randomly thrown there, yet fit together perfectly. Photos of his Dad, Mom, brother and sisters, Ghost and Trick, eating together, playing, candid, formal, old and recent. Ceecee has her own section of wall all to herself. One of the photos at her end made my heart wrench. Max is holding an infant. The baby has tubes coming out of its tiny body at all ends. Max looks a mess, looking down at this baby with a fierce love. Like he would do anything to protect it or die trying. My eyes are misting and my throat closes.
I hadn’t noticed Nik stopped behind me til he speaks, “Ceecee after her first surgery. They only gave her a twenty percent chance. Max held her til the nurses had to force him away from her. Never left the hospital, not for an entire month. Mom brought him food. I brought him clothes. He slept on a chair for a month.” He breathes deep, brow furrowed, he continues softly. “When Ceecee cried, Max cried. All the doctors and nurses knew us personally. Mom made cakes for ‘em every Friday. When Cricket was given the all clear to come home, I moved them in with me so I could help out and keep an eye on Max. He wasn’t coping well. I hired a nurse and got him back to work. Mom cared for Ceecee til she was five.” He voice is steady but thick. “We love that little angel more than anything. She’s our miracle.”
My heart breaks for my new friends.
I look away and wipe away tears I hadn’t realized I shed. Nik squeezes my arm and we continue down the hallway. I can hear the voices of the other guys and gals, laughing and talking.
When we enter the main area, I’m stumped. His house is not at all what I’m expecting.
Let me tell you what I was expecting. I was thinking I’d see dark colors, bleak and basic furniture, and absolutely no warmth.
How wrong was I?
Way off. This house had to be decorated by a female. Or multiple females. I’m guessing his mother and sisters had a part to play in decorating and furnishing this house. It’s stunning.
The room we’ve just entered is enormous and open plan. The walls are a soft peach color. The ceiling is bright white and high up. There are down lights all over the place. All the furniture is wooden, apart from the sofas. And they are three three-seater light brown, soft leather sofas placed in a semi-circle around huge LCD TV which is mounted on the right hand wall. There is a large square coffee table in between those sofas; it looks mahogany. The left hand side of the room holds a large hand-carved dining room table and nice chairs, also mahogany. The guys have set up a Poker table in the middle of the room, with cards and chips at the ready. In the back left hand corner of the room is a closed off area which I assume is the kitchen because there are stools sitting at a breakfast bar. There are bookcases, a china hutch, and a DVD cabinet strategically placed around the room. It’s breathtaking.
“I love your house,” I say in awe.
Nik smirks, “Thanks. We like it, too.” And leads me into the closed off area in the left hand corner which confirms is the kitchen.
On the way, I greet everyone and kiss Max on the cheek. I admire him and his ability to be so happy regardless of the misfortune he’s had.
Nik takes out cake platters and I load up my surprise cupcakes onto them. Then I take the platters out to the dining table.
I haven’t even done anything and I’m already having fun.
Stop being a turd.
***
Tina looks gorgeous in tight jeans, a sweater, and sandals. Her hair is in one of those cute messy buns at the very top of her head. Her lips are glossed.
I want to lick that gloss off and find out what flavor it is.
I don’t know what she’s doing to me! The woman must have the voodoo.
Tina has just finished placing the cupcakes on the dining table when Ghost approaches and reaches for a cupcake. She puts her hand out to stop him.
“No, Ghost, honey, yours are here.” She says as she points to another platter of cupcakes.
Ghost narrows his eyes at her and questions, “Why are these mine? You spit in em or some shit?”
Tina looks shocked that he would think that but responds, “Um, no. You said you preferred crunchy peanut butter so I made you your own batch.”
Ghost looks stunned. His brows are raised and his mouth hangs open a little. He straightens his face and asks quietly, “You made these special?”
Tina looks uncomfortable and slightly flushed. She straightens things on the table that don’t need straightening. “Uh…” She shrugs and looks to the floor. “You gotta eat, right?”
She walks back into the kitchen leaving a shocked Ghost staring at his personal batch of cupcakes.
Max walks up behind him and scolds, “You’re such an ass. I bet you don’t even like crunchy PB.”
Ghost answers in a small voice still frowning, “No. I do. A lot.”
Max gets a load of Ghost’s confused expression and smirks.
Ghost picks up a cupcake and confirms, “So, she’s genuinely nice, huh?”
Max smirks harder, “Yep.” He pops the p.
Ghost shakes his head and mutters, “Fuck me.”
***
I’ve hidden out in the kitchen long enough. I straighten my back and move to walk out of the kitchen when Ceecee rolls her way in. My god, but this child is beautiful. She looks up at me and smiles big with her crooked teeth.
“Hi Tina!”
Smiling, I reply, “Hi Ceecee. How are you, angel?”
She looks up in thought, “I’m okay.”
Okay? Just okay?
I don’t like that. Children should be happy. They should at least be good.
I walk toward her, stroke her cheek and ask, “Everything okay?”
She sighs, “Yeah, I guess.”