Here's my newest story. I hope you all like this one and I promise next chapter there will be more Wade and the town.
Disclaimer: I own Braxton, Ariel and Justin. Everything else belongs to it's respected party. I mean no disrespect whatsoever.
Enjoy!
Zoe sat at the Rammer Jammer, looking around at the unique people that filled the place. Upon learning the truth, she wanted a real chance to get to know her father. It hadn't been ideal to drop what little she had going on in New York, but every hospital wanted her to have more practice and more bedside manners. Working at a practice in such a small town would give her just that.
"Hi," a little brown-haired boy smiled, gaining Zoe's attention.
"Hi," Zoe smiled, looking at the boy in front of her. He had a little dimple on his right cheek, he had cool green eyes with specks of blue mixed in. Zoe noted that the little boy could use a hair cut.
"I'm Braxton," the boy told her, his smile never leaving.
"Nice to meet you, Braxton. I'm Zoe." The little boy nodded stealing one of her fries. They both jumped hearing the male voice boom over them.
"Braxton Royce Kinsella!" The boy gave Zoe a smile and shot out the door. "I'm sorry about him. He can be a handful at times." Zoe looked at the stranger that was standing before her. His son was the spitting image of his father.
"It's okay really. I love kids, he was polite before he took a fry. I really don't mind," Zoe assured him with a smile. She didn't want the boy she had just meet in trouble over a little fry.
"Alright, I'm Wade," he sighed, looking out the window seeing his son harassing Lemon and George.
"I'm Zoe. I think you best go get him," Zoe smiled, looking to see the horror looks on two people he was bugging. Wade nodded rushing out yelling for his son. Zoe had looked at Wade's fingers seeing that he was taken, permanently with a gold band around his finger. She kept telling herself she wasn't here for a wild romance. She was here to spend time with her father and gain the experience she needed.
"Lunch must've been good," Harley joked. Zoe smiled at the older man, sitting across from him.
"Interesting to say the least," she responded, thinking about the brief encounter with Braxton and his father. Harley looked at her trying to figure out where the goofy smile on his daughter's face had suddenly came from. Zoe thought about asking her father about the Kinsella's but thought better about that. She didn't want to start gossip over nothing and she didn't want to be accused being the other woman. No, it was best not to ask about those Kinsella boys.
"Mom, this place is great," Ariel gushed, running up to her mom a lollipop in hand. "Rose knows like everyone." Zoe listened intently on her daughter's outings her first day in Bluebell. Zoe was happy that her daughter was enjoying herself so freely. Something she hadn't seen before.
"I'm happy you're enjoying yourself," Zoe told her with a hug.
The last few years were hard on her. She had been to a party the summer before her senior year in high school. Like most teens, she had to prove that she didn't care and she had joined in with the underage drinking and that had led to hooking up with the star quarter back in his truck. Little did either one of them know that night would bring Ariel into their lives. Except Zoe was the one that had to change her life. Justin went around without a care in the world. He had been there when Ariel was born. Stop in and spend time with her when he had the time. He sent her money and gifts. Made promises he never kept. Ariel now being 7 tried to act like it didn't bother her, but Zoe knew it did. This next year wasn't just for Zoe, but for Ariel as well.
Ariel looked more like her father with black hair and hazel eyes. As Ariel got older the less Zoe saw herself in her daughter. The attitude was there. But it was mainly her father. Zoe felt bad that she had been stuck with such a crappy father. Zoe blamed herself for that. But never enough to regret that night, because it gave her the best gift of all time. Her daughter.
That night Zoe was getting ready for a dinner with Lavon. They were suppose to have dinner with Harley and his wife Norma but things came up for Norma with her own kids. So Lavon had insisted they come over to the main house.
When Zoe learned that Lavon Hayes was the Mayor, that thrilled her and Ariel, both girls were huge fans of the man and that added more to Lavon's ever growing ego. Zoe was pleased that they would be staying in the carriage house and not with her father. She wouldn't have minded for a few days, but this was better for them.
Ariel was giddy that Lavon had an alligator for a pet. It was something that was strange to her but she loved that. Even at her age she loved things that were different. Being normal was bland. She loved bright colors and stuff kids her age would never wear. Vintage was her style.
"Hey big Z, hey munchkin," Lavon greeted.
"Hey Lavon," Zoe greeted back. Ariel waved. "Oh hi Braxton." She wasn't expecting to see him. In good old kid fashion, Ariel and Braxton hit it off. Braxton had smiled at Zoe going back to the pile of cars in front of him.
"You know Braxton?" Lavon asked.
"I briefly met him when he swiped a fry from my plate this afternoon." Lavon laughed, knowing that his godson would do just that. "What's he doing here?" Zoe asked, still visibly confused.
"His father lives in the gate house, or well they do," Lavon told her, tripping over his words, not knowing what Wade wanted her to know. "He's the guy you share..." Zoe stopped listening to what she was being told. If he lived in the gate house, what about his wife? Were they getting a divorce? Taking a break? Or was it something else entirely? "Big Z, you still with us?" Lavon asked, snapping his fingers.
"Uh yeah," Zoe replied, looking around seeing that Wade had now joined them. Glancing down she noticed his ring, it wasn't just a mistake earlier in the day. Her neighbor was a complete mystery to her and she would figure it out, especially since their kids were hitting it off.
