Sweet As Candy, page 5
“Good morning, Johnny, what are you and Daddy up to?”
“Morning, Ms. Candy. Daddy said I could call you since I didn’t get to see you. I miss you,” my son tells Candy.
“I miss you, too, Johnny. I promise I’ll be there tomorrow morning when you wake up. We can even let Daddy sleep in and make crepes for breakfast.” She’s smiling, and I can’t wait to make this woman my wife.
Yeah, I think to myself. As soon as she moves in, a ring is going on her finger, and I hope it’s sooner than fucking later.
“Really, I can’t wait! Do you think it’s too early to get into my transformer costume?” he asks Candy.
“I don’t think so, but you might want to ask your dad just in case he has other plans first. I have to go back to work Johnny, but you can call me anytime. I promise I’ll answer. Love you, bud,” she blows him a kiss and Johnny replies, “Love you, my Ms. Candy.”
I look at her through the phone and can see her eyes are glistening, and I know she’s as affected as I am by his statement.
“See you soon,” I tell her.
“I can’t wait.” Then, she hangs up and I get my boy gathered up. There are a few things we need to do and then I know we’ll be heading to Sweet As Candy to get our Halloween started.
22
Candy
“I think today was a success, what do you think?” I ask Kelly. I’m finishing a few things up and waiting on my guys to come back to the shop.
“It was amazing and putting the free cake pop coupons with their candy, that was genius! I bet we’re slammed through the Holidays for sure,” she exclaims.
“I have a feeling we will be too. Are you going to be able to take on more hours? I know school is important to you, so please know if you can’t, we can bring another member in,” I ask her. I understand how much school means to others first and foremost.
“It depends on how many more hours. I can use an extra five hours a week or so, but anything more than that, I won’t be able to. I’m sorry, Candy,” she replies.
“Don’t be sorry at all. I’ll add five more hours to your schedule a week, but I think we should bring on another employee. I want us all to be able to breathe easier and with the amount of orders we seem to have trickling in weekly, it’s better to be safe than sorry,” I say, as I blow a piece of hair out of my face.
“I can write up an ad this week and see if a friend is looking for some part-time work, too,” Kelly offers.
“That would be great, thank you. Go ahead and get out of here. Dylan and Johnny will be back in a few minutes and all that’s left is to lock up. Thank you for all your hard work.”
“No worries, it was a blast.” She’s already got her bag and is walking out the door.
I grab the broom and sweep up the floors, thinking to myself that I really would like a second employee. If things go the way Dylan and I have been talking, we’re going to need some much needed us time, along with family time.
It doesn’t take me long to finish, so I take a seat behind the cash register and rest my head with my hands under my chin. My eyes are getting droopier by the minute and I can’t wait to take a shower and climb into Dylan’s bed.
My thoughts of a bath are interrupted by Johnny pushing the door open. My eyes pop open when I see him in the most adorable transformer costume I’ve ever seen. He’s the cutest bumble bee ever.
“Ms. Candy! Look at all the candy I got,” he says, showing me his bucket full of candy.
“You made out great, look at all the candy you scored. Did you have a good time?”
“The best! I’m ready to go home now. Daddy says he has to go through my candy before I can have it though. That kinda stinks.” He’s talking a mile a minute.
“Hey.” I make dreamy eyes at Dylan.
“Hey, honey. How are you holding up?” Dylan asks.
“I need a bath and bed. I’m not sure I’ve worked this hard in my life. Before you know it, Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here. That means I’m looking for extra help,” I grumble.
“There’s always next week, come on. We’ll leave your car here and drive home together,” he suggests.
“I love that,” I murmur, as he guides me out the door.
“What’s that, babe?”
“Home. I like that you include me when you talk about home.” I know I’m delirious, but I do love that he includes me in everything.
“It’s your home too, just gotta talk you into moving in next. I can be pretty persuasive,” he wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Johnny questions.
“Daddy’s just being silly,” I tell Johnny and we all get in Dylan’s truck. Dylan makes sure Johnny is buckled in before he makes it to the driver’s side and we head home.
23
Dylan
Candy didn’t even last the drive home. I parked in the garage, helped Johnny out, and disarmed the alarm, “Go get ready for bed, buddy. I need to help Candy to bed, she’s fast asleep.”
“That’s so silly, Daddy. Tonight’s the night you stay up super late!” He’s still hyped up on the candy I allowed him to have while we walked down Main Street.
I smile and say, “Ten dollars says you’ll be asleep in no time.”
“That’s a bet!” he exclaims, then heads to his bedroom.
Going back out to the garage, I open Candy’s door, unbuckle her seatbelt, and pick her up and carry her to bed.
“Dylan,” she sighs.
“Yeah, Candy?”
“I really like being in your arms,” she says, in her tired state.
“It’s where I always want you,” I tell her. It doesn’t take long and then she’s in our bedroom.
“I need a bath, please,” she asks.
“Let me get Johnny to bed, then I’ll come back and we’ll get in the bath. How does that sound?”
“I’ll lay down while you do that. Have Johnny come give me a hug, please?” she asks.
“You got it,” I walk out the door and head for Johnny’s room. I see he’s struggling getting into his pajama bottoms and is jumping around while trying to get his feet out of the pants. I stand and watch him, trying not to laugh.
He turns around, “Ugh, can you help, Daddy?”
“Yep, I sure can. I have a question for you, too, but it has to be a secret just between you and I until we talk to Candy. Can you do that for me?”
“I can keep all the secrets!”
“We have to be quiet, though. I want to hear your thoughts about Candy moving in with us and see how you’d feel if I asked her to marry me. What are your thoughts?” I ask him.
“Does that mean she’ll be here forever, and she can be my Mommy?”
“That’s up to you and Ms. Candy, but I think it might be a great idea. I know she loves you and you love her,” I tell him, as I help him put on his pajama shirt.
“I want that, Daddy. I want that a lot,” he replies.
“Let’s go say goodnight to Candy and then we’ll read a book,” I offer, knowing full well he’ll be asleep as soon as he climbs into bed.
24
Candy
I’m lying in Dylan’s bed listening to every word he says through the baby monitor and my heart is so full. Some may say it’s too soon, but I think the time is perfect and I want the three of us to be a family.
I hear the door creak and then Johnny is rushing to the bed. I open my arms and he’s instantly cuddled up with me.
“Goodnight, Ms. Candy. See you in the morning, love you,” he says, with a yawn.
“Night Johnny, I love you,” he climbs off the bed and Dylan says, “I’ll be right back. The water’s on in the bathtub.”
“You’re my hero,” I say, as I get up and head to the bathroom. I’ve been dying to try out this massive tub and tonight’s my lucky night.
I strip as I walk to the tub. Once there, I dip my toes in the water. Feeling the water is perfect, I climb in and sink into the water.
Resting my head on the tub, I close my eyes and enjoy the hot water that continues pouring into the tub.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” I hear Dylan’s voice as he walks in the door.
“I was about to. A girl could get used to this bathtub. I may even move in just for the tub,” I wink as I tell him.
“Yeah, you going to finally move in with us?” he asks.
“I will, but I have one request. When we get married, can I adopt Johnny as my own. I don’t ever want Johnny to feel left out,” I state.
He’s stripping out of his standard jeans and tee shirt he always wears when he’s not working. My gaze is caught on his body.
“I’m one lucky man. You love our boy, you’re moving in with us, and sooner or later, you’ll have my ring on your finger. I’m not sure I could ask for anything more,” he claims, as he steps into the bathtub. I lean up as he sits behind me, his front to my back. I lean my head back and tip my lips up towards his, our lips meet. My hand is around the back of his neck. Before I know it, he lifts me up to where I’m straddling his waist. I feel all of him. My hips rock back and forth on his hard length, my head tips back, and then his mouth is on my nipple while the other one is being manipulated by his fingers. I’m already on the verge of orgasm.
“I need more, please,” I moan.
“I want to come inside you, are you okay with that?” he questions.
“Yes, I want to feel all of you inside me,” I tell him, looking into his eyes.
“That’s what you’ll get then,” he lifts my hips up and then I’m gliding down on his hard cock.
“Oh god, faster,” I plead. Dylan gives me just what I need. The water is sloshing and splashing over. My hips come down as he thrusts up.
“Look how gorgeous you are, on the verge of orgasm, your pretty pussy gripping my cock. Come for me, Candy,” he commands.
My body detonates and when it does, I bring Dylan along with me. I feel him deep inside me.
We both come down, he’s still hard inside me. He takes his palm and holds it against my stomach. He doesn’t say anything, yet I know the significance of the meaning, too.
25
Dylan
The past few days have been a dream come true, coming inside Candy, her agreeing to move in with us, and her wanting to adopt Johnny as her own.
She’s my fucking woman. We’re lounging around the house today. Johnny and I helped her pack her place today and moved some things over. Tomorrow we’ll get the rest of her things. I’m not surprised in the least how much she has — from clothes, to shoes, home décor, and kitchen ware. I have the basics here, and quite frankly, I can’t wait to see how she puts her stamp on our house and turns it into a home.
“Ms. Candy, can we bake a cake today?” I hear Johnny ask. I know how tired Candy is. She smiles softly at Johnny and says, “I have an idea, why don’t we make cake pops instead. I want to work on a new recipe, and you can be my right-hand man. Will that be okay?”
“Yes, let’s do it!” Johnny exclaims.
They go into the kitchen. I take the time to go into the home office and catch up on some work. With it being Fall break, I took the week off, but I knew I’d need to do a few things. Especially this one thing.
“I’ll be in the office for an hour or so,” I holler towards them.
“Have fun!” Johnny squeals and I hear Candy laugh.
I go to my office, open up my home safe and look at the ring I know I want to see Candy wear for the rest of her life. It was my mother’s ring. It’s not huge or over the top. It’s simply stated with a round diamond, and it sits on a platinum band. My mother’s ring is sitting inside a jewelry box and sitting next to it is my father’s matching platinum band. These rings, they were meant for us and I know if my parents were still here, they’d love Candy as much as I do.
A smile comes to my face, I know just how I want to propose to her. I close down my computer and head out to the two loves of my life.
Reaching the kitchen, I see both Candy and Johnny at the peninsula and there’s baking ingredients from one end of the counter to the other. The thing that makes my heart melt the most is them smiling and laughing together.
“You two sound like you’re having way too much fun in here,” I’m walking towards them, Johnny has chocolate on his cheek, and Candy has some on her nose.
“Daddy, there’s no such thing,”
“Yeah, what Johnny said,” Candy replies, as they finish dunking the last of the cake pops in the melted chocolate.
“Ready to start cleaning up?” she asks Johnny. I know how Johnny feels about cleaning up anything. Pouting starts, then some foot stomping, and then he finally gives in.
“I guess, but I’d rather eat the cake pops instead,” he says, with a frown.
“Well, since they have to set for a little while, this will give us something to do. Then we can eat a couple of them. How does that sound?”
“Can Daddy help us? It’ll go by faster, too,” he barters. That boy, he’s always trying to negotiate a deal.
“Wait, what? How am I getting roped into this?” I question them, as I start working on the stack of dishes in the sink. Some can go in the dishwasher but for the most part, I’ll be handwashing these.
“Since Daddy’s doing the dishes, how about you help me clean the counters and then we’ll clean the floors? That way, we all work together?” Candy responds and then we all get started on cleaning the kitchen, as one big happy family.
26
Candy
Fall break came and went fast, almost too fast. We’re going into November now already. Kelly found another college student and we brought Anne in. It’s really relieved a lot of the stress. I’m able to pick Johnny up from school early a day or two a week. Sometimes he comes to the bakery with me, or we head home and cook dinner together while waiting for Dylan to come home from work.
I even noticed Dylan is cutting his hours back, too. Every day this week he’s been home earlier and earlier.
We moved the rest of my stuff during Johnny’s break and I have to say our styles meshed really well. Some of my furniture we donated. Dylan’s four-bedroom house wasn’t completely furnished, so what I kept we worked into the mix, and our house finally feels like a home now.
Johnny and I are out back, and he’s on his swing set. My eyes haven’t left him. He’s a dare devil, every time he swings too high, I swear my stomach plummets and I hold my breath until he’s back on solid ground.
My breath hitches again, “Johnny, please be careful.” He’s now climbing on the wall and scaling towards the top. I get down from the porch and head to him. I know kids like to have fun, but if something were to happen to him, my heart would break.
“Watch me, watch me,” my head is tilted back as he’s talking to me.
“I am,” I mumble under my breath and curse when I see him wobble, praying it was only loud enough for me to hear.
“Daddy!” Johnny screams and that’s when the wobbling becomes more like a tumble. I move to where I’m underneath him, ignoring that I can hear Dylan tossing out, “Son of a bitch.”
“No bad words,” Johnny says with a garble and then he’s falling. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to catch him completely but at least it’ll help break his fall.
His arms are flailing as he comes tumbling backwards. I’m already under him, somehow brace my legs, even though my knees are knocking.
“Omph!” The air is knocked out of me, but Johnny is in my arms and Dylan now has his arms around both of us. Silent tears are falling down my cheeks.
“You scared the shit out of me, Johnny,” Dylan says, as he looks into Johnny’s smiling face.
“I thought we’d be in the emergency room for sure.” My body is still trembling.
“That was fun, I want Ms. Candy to catch me again.”
“Maybe another time. I think you took years off my life,” I tell him, as I nuzzle his neck. His arms are now around me and he’s wrapped around me like an octopus. Dylan’s front is to my back and his arms are surrounding us.
“I think that’s all the excitement I can take for today,” Dylan whispers, so Johnny can’t hear the tremor in his voice.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I turn my head towards his and his lips meet mine. He gives me a quick kiss and then guides us into the house.
27
Dylan
Johnny is going to give me gray hair before the age of forty. I know it, yet I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
We’re all settled in for the night, after his near fall. We came in, ate dinner, Johnny took a bath, and we just finished reading with him. He’s really improved, I’m not sure if it’s the app I developed, school, or Candy taking the time and reading with him nightly.
It’s just one of the many things they love to do together. Sure, the books aren’t long, but he reads them to her, every single night. If he misses a night, then they read two together the next night.
Candy tucked him into bed and then said she was hopping in the shower. That leaves me plenty of time to talk to Johnny about our plans tomorrow morning. That is if I can get the stinker up and moving at a decent time. He must be growing with how much he’s eating and sleeping.
“So tomorrow morning, we’ll wake up early, get dressed, make Ms. Candy her morning coffee, and bring it to her in bed. Then we can both pop the question, does that sound good?” I made sure to turn the baby monitor off this time around. I remember what happened last time I forgot, and this time I don’t want her to hear my plans. Candy telling me later on while we were in bed that she heard me talking to Johnny over the baby monitor and seeing Johnny was alright with her moving in with us.
