Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
For the rest of that summer when Mama and Missus Carter settled at the kitchen table with their coffee and complaints, I’d slip out the back door, go down the block and help Ryan fix up their house. By the time school started we’d cleared the weeds out of the yard, nailed the shutters back in place and painted the whole downstairs.
I know it sounds like a lot of work, but it wasn’t. When you’re doing something with somebody special, work doesn’t feel like work. I liked Ryan. A lot. I liked when he high-fived me or bumped his hip up against mine. I liked when our hands touched and when we sat together on the back step. In a way that’s hard to explain, being with Ryan was like being with Daddy. He made me feel good about myself and happy to be near him.