“Whooo-hoooo!”

“Yay!”

“So cool!”

I can do nothing but mouth a silent thank you to him from across the table. He nods in acceptance and takes another sip of his coffee while striking up a random conversation with the girls.

It seems that Blake Morgan has an uncanny ability to take my breath away constantly. Wow. I’m honestly in awe at how giving this man is. I’m so lucky to have him back in my life. As my best friend. And hopefully for a very long time.

After taking a sip of my own coffee, I smile at him once again and then at each of my girls.

Yes, this is definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship…again.

After breakfast the rest of the day went pretty quickly. Nycole got her ‘Nycole time’ as promised, in which she locked herself in the office and watched her own movie. Blake, Kyndall, and I played the only thing I could play one handed on the Wii. Wii Tennis. However, I was evidently becoming, as Blake put it, a little too competitive since I threw the remote across the room after he landed an ace on me.

So now, while Blake and Kyndall battle it out, I’m curled up with Rylie on the couch reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar – slightly aggravated at Blake’s version of ‘time-out for Alex’. But regardless of what mood I’m in, reading this book with her always makes me laugh. It never fails that she calls the plums – blueberries, the Swiss cheese – pineapple, the salami – pa-slami, and the pie – pizza.

Wrapping up reading time, I almost feel better about being kicked out of the tennis game…almost. I’m still a little peeved actually, but listening to Kyndall’s infectious laugh as she gets a point in against Blake, I can’t help but giggle myself.

“You know, Blake, I can beat her. Just let me know if you need my help,” I say, watching them from time out.

“No thanks, Alex,” Blake says through his teeth, jumping up and down as he hits the ball. Wow, he’s really into this game. And now I’m really into the game because he just got beat by my seven year old. Ha-ha-ha!

I hear Nycole finally exiting from the office, probably because Kyndall‘s laughing incredibly hard at Blake throwing an oversized fit in the middle of the living room.

“Come on, Nycole,” Blake finally says. “I need rest. Your sister’s killin’ me over here. Come beat her so her head doesn’t get too big.” He walks by Kyndall, palming her head and ruffing her hair.

“She can’t beat me either, Blake. I. Am. The. Champion!” Kyndall shouts in a booming voice. “But she can try I guess.” She walks over to the “Wii” drawer to get Nycole her own controller.

My mouth drops open as I stare down at the two biggest traitors in the world. “What?” I exclaim. “I said I wanted to – oh, forget it! You guys are no longer my friends.” I say with my best pouty face.

Laughing at me, Kyndall says, “I’m not your friend, I’m your daughter, silly Mama.”

“Yeah, well, you know what I mean,” I say, still pouting.

Blake looks over and I roll my eyes at him. You suck, I mouth to him so none of my children can hear me. He gives me a grin and turns back around to watch Kyndall and Nycole play. I sit there for a few seconds, secretly envious that I can’t show these people how to really play Wii Tennis. Oh well, their loss…

I hear my phone vibrating on the table. Harlow’s name appears on the screen and I smile. I miss my best friend but, oddly enough, not as much as I usually would. Probably because Blake was here to watch The Breakfast Club with me and regularly make fun of the girls…Harlow’s two favorite past times. I reflect on how much I’ve actually enjoyed spending the last day with Blake. I guess when I decided to open the floodgates of my past with him, I connected with him in a way that I didn’t think I would be able to do with anyone besides Harlow. I know that we still have a lot of our friendship to rebuild, there has been some damage done there, but I think we’re off to a pretty solid start. I feel really good about it.

It would be really nice to have someone to lean on besides Harlow. She has spent the last three years, three of her prime years, taking care of me and my children. I honestly hope and pray that she’ll be able to move on with her own life without feeling guilty now. Hopefully this moving on includes Trace, because I see the way he looks at her, and I know deep down in my soul he is what she needs and deserves.

So as I let go of Rylie and lean over to grab my phone, I find myself making a mental note to find out all I can about Harlow’s feelings for him. It will be nice focusing on her for a change. Smiling, I hit the answer button on my phone.

“What’s up love? How are you? Where are you?” I shoot the questions out before she even has a chance to say hello. Wow, I guess I miss her a little more than I thought.

I watch Rylie pick a plastic grape off of the centerpiece on my table and pop it in her mouth. “Hold on, Harlow.” I put my hand over the receiver so I don’t deafen my best friend.

“Rylie Meyer! Get that grape out of your mouth before you choke on it.” She spits the grape into her hand. She then turns, looks straight at me, puts her hand on her hip, and says, “Well…I didn’t die last time I did it, did I?” Blake immediately starts cracking up. She pops the grape back in her mouth.

“Stop laughing, Blake. It’s not funny. Please get that grape from her.” I watch nervously as he chases her around the living room, grape still in her mouth, which isn’t as easy as it may seem, because my baby girl is fast! But finally he catches her and she spits the grape into his hand. I’m shocked that he isn’t completely grossed out. I would be, and she’s my child. But once he has it, he does a quick celebration dance, making the girls giggle, and then throws the spit covered grape in the trashcan.

I breathe a quick sigh of relief and turn my attention back to my conversation with Harlow. “Go ahead, sorry. Rylie’s just trying to kill herself again. You know…the usual.” Harlow laughs out loud, almost deafening me.

“Well, we’re on our way back now. We should be there in a couple of hours. We’re gonna stop to grab a bite to eat first. How are you feeling? Is Blake still there? How did it go with him there? Did he stay the night? Have the girls forgiven him yet? So sorry about that by the way. You know I generally speak before I think. I apparently lack whatever mental filter God gave everyone else in the world,” she says with a bit of laughter in her voice.

I smile at her thousand questions. I guess she must have missed me a little too.

“Yeah, he definitely has worked some Blake Morgan charm on them. I’ve been completely forgotten in this house.” Unfortunately, Blake chooses that time to re-enter the room and catches my pseudo-compliment. He smiles widely knowing that he just heard something that he wasn’t supposed to. I roll my eyes and turn my body away from him.

“Harlow – they won’t even let me play tennis with them. There has been a coup d’état in this house, I tell ya. I’m no longer the queen of my own castle. My reign is no longer.”

She giggles into the phone. “Excellent, that’s what I want to hear. Listen, I have to go. I just wanted to check on you before we stop for lunch. Like I said, we’ll be there soon. Do you need us to pick up anything for you on our way?”

“Wait, I have questions for you about this little excursion you decided to take without even asking me for my permission. What’s going on with you and Trace? Are you guys dating? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t date at all! ” I ask her with obvious amusement in my voice.

“Alex, we will discuss this in depth at a later time. Like, as soon as I get to your house. So be patient, because I’m sure you want every single detail, which I am not at liberty to discuss fully at this time. Get me?” she says while giggling into the phone. Obviously Trace has caught on to the topic of our conversation.