“Okay man. Go ahead and scrap it. Just write the check out to me and I’ll get it to Olivia.”
“10-4. Hey, we should meet up one night and grab a couple beers.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Just let me know when you have that check ready. Bye”
Pulling up his messages with Liv, Miles filled her in on what was going on.
Miles: Hey Little Bunny. I know you’re at work, but I wanted to update you on the car situation.
Miles: Anthony just called and said that the car needs more work than originally planned.
Olivia: Okay, well give me his number and I’ll call him. Maybe I can work out a payment plan or something or he can just fix the important things and move on.
Miles: Well, I talked it over with him and I told him to scrap it instead because it was going to cost more than the car is worth.
Olivia: YOU DID WHAT?!?
Miles: It’s fine, babygirl. He’s going to send me the check and we can get the money into your account.
Olivia: DON’T BABYGIRL ME RIGHT NOW! YOU CAN’T JUST HAVE MY CAR SENT TO THE CAR CEMETERY!
Miles: It wasn’t safe for you to drive and I won’t have my Little girl driving a death trap.
Olivia: I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU WILL AND WON’T DO! YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO THAT!
Olivia: I have to go back to work now, but we aren’t done talking about this.
Miles: Have a good rest of your shift, Little one. I’ll be there at seven to pick you up.
Chuckling to himself, he put his phone away and turned back to the computer. Maybe he overstepped a little by making the decision for her, but he doesn’t regret it.
Her car wasn’t safe to drive. He would replace it with something much safer. Miles would have peace of mind knowing that Olivia was in a car that she wouldn’t have to worry about.
Checking that he had a few more hours to get through, Miles continued to pour over the spreadsheets from last quarter's reports and counted down the hours until he got to see his Little Bunny.
Miles parkedat Ivory Mountain and letOlivia know he was here. A few moments later he saw his Little girl walking out the back door.
He jumped out the truck, walking around to open her side. If looks could kill, Miles would have dropped dead the moment he made eye contact with Liv.
“Hi, babygirl. How was work?”
“Don’t babygirl me. I’m not happy with you at the moment. I cannot believe that you just got rid of my car without talking to me. What kind of a man does that?”
“One who cares about the woman he is with and values her safety above anything else.”
He watched Olivia roll her eyes at his statement and his palm twitched. There weren’t many things that Miles didn’t like, but being disrespectful and eye rolling were on the list.
“I suggest you don’t roll your eyes at me again, Little girl, unless you want to find out the consequences. I don’t tolerate disrespect and eye rolling.”
He could tell that she wanted to test the waters and see what he would do, but thought better of it. Helping her get into the truck, Miles buckled her up and walked around to the driver side to jump in.
“Miles, do you understand just how frustrating it is that you did this without talking to me first?”
“I know that I overstepped and should have talked to you first, but the car wasn’t safe, my love.”
“Ugh, I don’t care that the car wasn’t safe. It was mine and you had no right to do that. I can’t even afford to get a new one right now.”
“That’s alright, babygirl, I’ve already been researching the safest car for you and we can sit down together and talk about it all.”
