Falling For My Stepbrother -
Chapter 17--Double The Trouble Like Jessie And James-4
Today is Saturday, I'm going to assume she means next week and not tomorrow. I'm pretty sure the media would have announced something by now if Shawn Parris was getting married tomorrow. "Are you excited?" I decide to ask.
"Aunt Tobi and Uncle Mark is going to be there," Velvet perks up. "Tobi always sings and plays soccer with me."
"And Uncle Cole is going," Mallory adds. "He always gives me books and I love books."
I lean back against the wall and glance at all the pictures. Around the girl's room I notice they've been to more places in the world than I have. It's nerve racking knowing five-year old's have traveled throughout the United States and even abroad whereas the only time I've been to the beach is when I went to Florida with Vincent's family.
On a frame by the girl's bed is a picture of them beside a young woman with blonde hair. She's quite pretty honestly. She also looks really young. She must be their mother. From everything I know, Blake and the mom share custody of the twins.
Mallory walks up to me and starts pulling my sleeve, "Do you like waffles?"
"I love waffles," I smile. "Want me to make you guys some?"
"Yes!" They both run out the room all the way downstairs. I chuckle and slowly trail after them. In the kitchen on the counter where Blake left me the note, he also left some waffle mix and
instructed where the waffle maker is.
It's a princess waffle maker that indents a castle and crown on the waffles. I think it's absolutely adorable. A man like Blake who looks intimidating and macho eats waffles that have castles and crowns on them. Cute.
I let the girls watch TV while I'm making their dinner. Yeah, waffles for dinner. Who am I to argue? They're the boss not me. And Blake's note says they're allowed to eat what they want as long as it doesn't have a lot of sugar or any caffeine.
I cut up some fruit to place it beside the finished waffles then grab the syrup I replace in the pantry. By the way, the pantry is ginormous. Sammy-their dog-trails behind me like he's wondering who I am and what I'm doing.
I call the girls into the kitchen to eat up their dinner. They hurry back, taking seats around the dining table that only has three chairs. Two of which have the girl's names engraved on the head. "Do they taste good?" I ask as they take a few bites.
They both nod. Mallory swallows down her food, "Uncle Shawn makes the best waffles."
I chuckle, "I'm sure he does."
"Do you play soccer?" Velvet asks me abruptly with wide eyes. Even though she and her sister look exactly alike except for the birthmark, I can already tell how they're going to grow up. Mallory is more interested in books like her uncles. Velvet seems very passionate in soccer. "No," I shake my head softly and give her an apologetic smile. "But my friend does."
Friend? I think to myself. Did I just call Vincent my friend? That's the first time since ever I haven't called him my boyfriend. Maybe it's better to refer to him as a friend to little kids though. I don't want them to start thinking I'm gross for kissing a boy.
Velvet sinks down in disappointment and pushes some strawberry across her plate. "But," I say quickly. "I'm a ballerina."
Do I want these kids to like me? Yes. To be fair, I want any kid to like me. And saying you're a ballerina makes most girls go crazy. Velvet and Mallory look up at me with wide eyes and gasp loudly like in the movies. Mallory drops her fork and jumps up on her chair.
"Can you dance with us?" She exclaims loudly while clapping her hands.
"Daddy is a bad dancer," Velvet adds. Picturing Blake Parris dancing ballet with his daughters warms my heart but also makes me laugh.
I smile, "Finish dinner and then we can dance, ok?"
They eat as fast as they can. Then they drag me to the living room where I replace a stereo and a
few CDs beside it. They're all Tori Linean's albums. Tori being Blake Parris step-sister. She's easily as amazing as the rest of her stepbrothers. I put in her CD and the girls instantly start jamming out to the songs making me laugh.
"Dance, dance, dance," The girls start chanting to me. I laugh and give them a few moves. I'm not wearing my pointe shoes but I manage to turn a few times. Trying to show off as much as I can to them. They sit down on the couch and look up at me with big round eyes and clap whenever I do something cool.
By the time I'm done, they're both dancing along with me. They're jumping on the sofa's and singing loudly to their aunt's song. We're in the middle of the mini dance party when we hear the bell of the door go off. I shut the music off just as Blake shouts into the house, "Girls I'm home." "Daddy!" They both jump off the couch and start running to the garage door. I walk towards them just as Blake drops his bag on the ground and gets on his knees to meet his daughters impact.
He picks both of them up at the same time giving them a bear hug. Squeezing them tightly and shaking them back and forth as they giggle. "Where are my kisses?" He asks causing the girls to giggle more. They both lean in, each giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Daddy Harper showed us how to dance like a ballerina," Velvet smiles. "I want to play soccer and dance."
"Can I dance too Daddy?" Mallory adds. "Dancing means I can wear pink."
"We'll talk about it, ok?" Blake chuckles before turning to face me. He smiles gently, "Did they behave well?"
I smile back, "Like little angels."
"Good," Blake kisses them each on the cheek. "You girls go get into your PJ's and let the adults talk. When you're back we'll watch Tangled, ok?"
"Can we sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy?" Velvet asks. She brings her hands up in begging position that makes both Blake and I laugh. Mallory musters puppy dog eyes making Blake sigh and nod.
They both scream in approval as Blake sets them down. They run up the stairs and I can't help smiling. I don't ever think I've seen a father care so much about his daughters. It's like his whole world revolves around his girls and then his job-which is honestly a pretty awesome job. Blake grabs his duffel bag setting it to the side with some dirty shoes that are placed on a mat. His hair is wet from what I assume is a post-practice shower. He's changed into some sweatpants and a regular T-shirt. I don't understand how he does it all. Practice must be brutal for him yet he seems to come home with energy to hang out with his daughters.
"Did their mother call?" He asks me as he pulls a backpack off his shoulders. Sammy sits at his feet wagging his tail. Blake grabs a bone biscuit and tosses it to his dog.
"No phone calls," I say shaking my head. "Although, I think your brother left a voicemail." Blake raises his eyebrow and walks to the answering machine. He presses a button that makes a high pitch beeping sound before someone speaks, 'Aliens! OoooWWoooo! They're coming to get you Blake. Spooky!'
'What are you doing?' A woman says on the voice machine.
'Shh!' The man hushes. 'I'm trying to scare Blake. Come on, join me Em.'
Together, the two of them start to make "spooky" noises. 'Ooooooh!' The guy continues along
with the girl. Then he says, 'Flying saucers. Wieners! Ha-ha, wieners. We have a lot of those here in New York.'
'Shawn,' The girls says.
'Right!' He keeps going, 'Aliens! Beep-beep-boop-boop. That's bye in alien.'
The line gets cut off. Blake stands there, staring at his answering machine with the most confused expression I've ever seen on a person. He puts his hands over his eyes and takes a deep sigh while shaking his head. He turns his focus back to me and pushes a smile through his confusion, "My brother Shawn and his fiancé are getting married in a week."
"I'm glad," I say honestly. I go ahead and grab my jacket folding it over my arm. "I've always liked them together."
Blake nods and walks over to his backpack. He pulls out what looks like a typical brown shopping bag you'd get at any retail store. We start to hear the little girls running around upstairs. "In here you'll replace your pay," Blake says then smiles at me softly. "And a few souvenirs because you said you're a fan."
I peek inside the bag and see a jersey-signed-by Blake Parris. Then a picture and a few other things that make my mouth drop. I pull out a set of tickets to the next game in the city. "Oh my God," I strain. I don't even know how to say thank you because I'm so stunned.
The twins run back downstairs. Velvet is in a blue set of PJs that have a soccer ball on it and Mallory is wearing pink with a unicorn. They start jumping around Blake's feet before he tells them to run into the living room. "Thank you for taking care of my girls," Blake walks towards me and shakes my hand.
I'm shaking... Blake... Parris'...hand. My mind processes.
"Your boyfriend is waiting outside," Blake says as he begins to make his way to the living room. "Oh," I say assuming he's talking about Logan. "Lo isn't my boyfriend. He's just a friend."
Blake raises his eyebrow at me and smirks, "It's like Tori and Mark all over again."
I frown unsure what me means by that. "Sorry?"
"Hope to see you soon Harper," Blake grins. "I'd let you out, but I've got to go sing When Will My Life Begin. Just close the door, I'll lock it later."
He disappears around the corner into the living room. I hear him exclaim at his daughters making them both yell out with approval. I can't help but smile. He's absolutely adorable and is a fantastic father.
I grab my bag and head out the front door. Sure enough, Logan parked his car underneath the street lamp that's turned on because it's dark. He's leaning against the passenger side of the car with one foot propped up on the wheel and his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Lo!" I shout. He instantly smiles and perks up when he see's me. I can't help but smile back. God, does Logan have the best smile.
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