“I get it, I do.”
“Okay, enough worrying. Can we see Roma now?” Mr. Clearwater blurts out, making me laugh.
“Of course, let me get her.”
As the visit goes on, I smile more and more at the family. It’s obvious that they love their daughter.
I’m saddened that the child was ever removed, but it was for the best. The father had lost his job and had started drinking excessively. His wife seems sweet, but the reports say that she fell down the hole with him.
One night, their house caught fire. They almost died that night looking for Roma, but she hadn’t been in the house. She had gotten out of the front door prior to the fire and was found three streets over playing on a play set in a neighbor’s yard.
To be cautious, she was removed from their care. With no family nearby, foster care was the only option.
I’m glad they see the errors of their ways. Everyone has some down times. Sometimes they don’t make the right decisions.
Watching this family smiling, happy together, I know that not all bad decisions lead to destruction. Sometimes it’s the wake-up call needed to get your life back on track.
This is why I wanted to do this job.
I want to be the one to help these people get back on the right path.
* * *
As I wait for Cora to get out of work, I think about how different this year is from last. Last year around this time, I was moping about losing Grace. I felt like my entire world was ending.
Now I feel like I hadn’t lived before Cora.
It’s been a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
The door opens, and I watch as Cora walks out. She’s chatting with another older woman with a bright smile on her face. I love seeing her look so happy. I could stare at that smile all day long.
They separate as Cora skips toward me.
“Thanks for picking me up, hotshot.” She wraps her arms around me, kissing me.
I kiss her back a moment before pulling back. “I kind of had to since I dropped you off.”
“I could have driven my car,” she teases.
My mind flashes back to this morning in my dorm’s shower, making my dick twitch. It’s become a frequent place for us to bring each other pleasure. It also meant not having time to drop her off at her car.
Worth it.
“I like having excuses to spend more time with you,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her once more before pulling back and opening the passenger door.
Once she is inside, I go around to the driver’s side and climb in.
“First, you look beautiful.” She blushes at my words. “Second, what do you want for our celebration dinner?”
“Celebration?” she asks.
“Yeah. You started your new job today. That is cause for celebration.”
“I’m not even full time yet. They are easing me in so I can work around my school schedule until May,” she tells me.
“Doesn’t matter. Still counts as your first job.” I grab her hand, pulling it to my mouth to kiss the back of it.
“BLT pizza and movies at my place. That’s what I want.” She bats those beautiful eyelashes at me.
