Folding Hearts (12 page)

“I miss you Ty. I was hoping that I would be able to change your mind.”

Heather was a pretty girl and the old me would have loved her dropping by unannounced, offering free pussy
or a damn good blow job
, but the bitch had done too much for me to have any respect for her. I tossed her the jacket. “You should probably just leave. Sorry you wasted your gas driving out here.”

She sat the jacket down beside her and walked toward the door. “I had guessed that you would react this way, so I came with reinforcements to get you out of this funk you are in.”

I had no idea what the hell she meant, but with one wave out the door another blonde came walking in. “Shew, it is so cold out there tonight.”

“Who the fuck is this?”
I gestured to the girl
.

“This is my roommate Lauren.
She has been dying to meet you,
” Heather introduced us and stood behind her friend. Slowly she removed the girl’s jacket to reveal a very tight, very leathery corset and panties.

Heather’s hands reached for her friend’s waist and she slowly took her fingertips and slid them over her friend’s breasts.
“Isn’t she hot?”

Holy hell!

“Is this for real?” I asked, trying really hard to not look at Heather feeling up her blonde roommate.

“That depends on what you want,
” Heather teased.

“You aren’t playing fair.”
I needed to think of something non-sexual, like chairs or picture frames.

“You have two choices Ty. You can drop the towel and join us, or tell us to leave, in which we will go home and enjoy ourselves without you.”

Oh shit! Don’t picture them touching…….
Stop thinking with
my
cock…
Stop thinking with my
cock!

Without saying a word, I stood up and headed to the fridge to grab a new beer. I knew what decision I had to make, but my
body was putting up a fighting struggle with
my mind.

I didn’t have to answer to anyone. It was just one night of fun. One night to forget about everything I had lost and all that I didn’t have.

Just a
one-time
thing.

Fuck it!

I headed toward the girls and grabbed the towel to release it from my waist, when suddenly; knocking came at my door again.

The girls looked confused as I walked away from them and opened the door without even looking to see who was on the other side. I didn’t even think to turn around until I heard a crying sound entering my place.

Miranda stood there, with Izzy in her arms, staring at the two half naked chicks in my living room.

“Miranda? What are you doing here?” I was without words. I looked around toward Heather and Lauren and they both just stood ther
e with their hands on one another
.

“I…..your mother was supp
osed to tell you we were coming,
” She stuttered, never taking her eyes off the girls.

Izzy started crying again and I reached my arms out to her. At first, the little one reached back for me, but Miranda pulled her into her chest. “I think we will just take our things to your parents place.” She turned and started heading out of the door.

I grabbed her by the arm. “Please wait. This isn’t what you think.”

“Yes it is! Who is she Ty? Do you have some kid by this little tramp?” Heather’s words were the last a
nd
final straw for me. Nobody had the right to talk to Miranda like that.

I held on to Miranda’s arm, while I took my other hand and pointed outside. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“I
ain’t
leaving until you tell me who this is? Do you have a kid? Does
your precious
Van know?”

What the fuck? Couldn’t she get a hint?

“I am serious Heather. Leave now!”

“Screw you Ty. You don’t know what you’re missing.
Call me when this bitch leaves,
” Heather yelled as she started walking out into the rain.

About time!

I slammed the door just as they hit the threshold then turned my attention to Miranda. “Please let me explain.”

She shook her head. “I am so sorry Ty. I didn’t mean to interrupt your night. They made me come here.”

“Who did? What is going on? Why are you here?”
She hadn’t even been close to me. She had no reason to visit me, really.

“It’s Tucker. He is
gettin’
out of jail early. He called and threatened me and Bella.” She started to cry and held her daughter tighter. “The things he said implied that he wanted to hurt us.
Kill us.
”

I clenched my fists just thinking about that dick head threatening them.
“What the hell did he say?”

“He says they wouldn’t be able to identify our bodies when he got through with us.” The more she started to cry the more Izzy cried.

“Jesus Christ! Give me her
so you can get that jacket off,
” I offered.

She was still crying. “You aren’t even dressed. I am not handing you my daughter while you are in a towel.”

I looked down and remembered she was right. “Give me a second!” I said as I headed into the bedroom to grab some shorts and a shirt.

When I came back out she was taking Izzy’s sweater off.  She was still screaming though. “Okay, are your things in the trunk or the backseat?”

“Both. Just grab the st
uff in the backseat for tonight,
” She suggested.

I ran out in the pouring down rain and grabbed the bags out of the back. When I came in, Miranda was on the phone. I sat down the bags and held my arms out for Izzy. She reached right back for me and I grabbed her into my arms, giving her a great big kiss.

“Hey pretty girl. I missed you so much.” She put her hand over my mouth and squeezed my lips while laughing for causing me pain
with those tiny little nails of hers
.
“Ouch! You are hurting Uncle Ty,
” I joked.

She giggled more.

Miranda hung up and sighed loudly. She ran her hands over her face.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Not really. I just drove the longest ride ever with a screaming baby. My ex threatened my life and I walked in on you having a threesome. My night can’t get any better.” She said sarcastically.

“There was no threesome.”

“Spare me the lies Ty.
I pretty much just caught you red handed.  Besides, y
ou are a grown man. You can sle
ep with as many women as you like
.”

I loved the twang in her southern accent. I could listen to her talk for hours.

“Believe what you want.
I am not going to argue about it. I was telling you the truth and that is all I can offer.
” I swung Iz
zy between my legs and pulled her
back up to my lap. “How are you doing other than what you told me?”

“I thought I was doing good, but now I don’t even know. I mean one second I am getting my cosmetology license and the next I am running from a convict. Ho
w am I supposed to be?” She asked
rudely.

“I wasn’t asking to piss you off. I was asking because I wanted y
ou to know you could talk to me,
” I admitted.

“I’
m sorry! God! I keep pissin’
off everyone I care about. I just don’t know what is going to happen. They packed me up and s
ent me on my way. Bella cried the
whole way
here practically. I don’t understand
what is wrong with me tonight. I think I am just tired.”

“Why don’t you take your things in the bedroom and take a nice hot shower. The water should have heated back up by now. Izzy and I wi
ll make us all something to eat,
” I offered.

“Bella!”

“Izzy!”

She rolled her eyes and gave up the fight.
“She has
been fuss
y all day. There is no way you can handle her while you cook.”

“I will manage. Just go relax for a while. We got this under control!”

Miranda shook her head and walked
in the direction of the bedroom. When she reached the small little h
allway she realized how tiny
the place was. “One bedroom? You mother said there was plenty of room for us out here.”

“She probably meant for me to stay in their house while you are here. It’s no biggie. Just put your stuff anywhere.” I suggested.

She disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water turning on. I grabbed Izzy and sat her on the counter beside me. “Are you hungry princess?”

She pointed toward the bathroom “Ma ma.”

“Yeah, Mommy is getting a shower. Did you give her a hard time today?” I said in a baby voice. “Uncle Ty missed you so much.”

I didn’t keep much food in the fridge, but luckily my mother had made stuffed shells and brought them out last night. She must have known about Miranda coming because when I opened the fridge, not only were the shells in there, but the fridge was full of food. “Looks like someone was prepared for you to visit me.”

The me
ssages on my phone were
apparently
from my mother. It figured that the one day I didn’t check them, they were important.

Izzy and I put the food in the microwave and grabbed some paper plates
, well I held her and pretended like she was helping
. She started chewing on the edge of her
plate
, leaving a drool covered chunk on one part of it. “Don’t eat your plate silly girl.”

She had gotten so big. Her blonde hair was longer with ringlet curls and her eyes were the same as her mother’s, a bright blue. Her little mouth was full of teeth and fro
m the way she continued to chew
on her plate
,
I imagined more were coming through.

Miranda came out of the bathroom just as the microwave sounded. She ran past us and went outside. When she came back in seconds later, she was holding a seat that hooked to the table. “Mommy remembered your
chair,
”
She said as she attached it.

Izzy started to crawl across the table to get to her seat. Once she was inside, Miranda started cutting up small chucks of pasta for her to grab with her tiny fingers. When she had a good pile in front of her, Miranda sat down and stared at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Did you make this?”

“Hell no! My mother did yesterday. I worked late so she brought it over for me to have tonight.”

“You didn’t even know I was comin’ did you?”

I shook my head. “Work had been slammed. I never even checked my messages. I wish I had because I never would have let those bitches be standing in my living room the way they were. I am so sorry about that.”

“It is none of my business. I shouldn’t have judged you.”

I looked up at Miranda, who I had avoided eye contact with this whole time. She was beautiful, especially with wet hair streaming down her chest. Her little tank top revealed that she was chilly as her tiny nipples protruded. I bit down on my lip and looked to her face again. She rolled her eyes and acted like she hadn’t just caught me checking her out. “I didn’t invite them over. I swear.”

She shook her head and let out the smallest air filled sigh.
“I don’t care about it Ty.”

“Whatever. I really missed you guys. I have been working non-stop. I am really sorry I missed Izzy’s birthday party. I have her gift. Can I give it to her now?”

She took a huge bite of food and rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

I grabbed Izzy and carried her to the bedroom. In the corner was a huge item wrapped in the worst wrapping job ever.
Izzy tugged at me to let her down. I watched her walk all by herself over to the package.
I walked over and started pulling away the paper
, showing her what to do
. Izzy thought it was funny and started hitting the paper then finally ripping it with me.

It had taken me forever to make, but her hand carved rocking horse was the perfect size for her. I used my old one as a model when I built it. My mother helped m
e assemble the yarn hair and
p
aint
the eyes. Izzy started slapping on the seat. I lifted her on it and slid it out on the carpet until we were facing her mother.

“Oh my gosh. That is so cute!”

“I made it for her.”

“You what?” She put her hand over her mouth and stared at the wooden horse. “It is the best gift ever. Thank you so much Ty.
” She looked down at Izzy who was already trying to get the thing to keep moving. “Do you like your horse honey?”