CHAPTER 12: Claim on Jaime
3 days went by. Caitie and Jaime didn't have anymore personal conversations about Caitie's life.
Caitie made dinner every night, and Jaime sure appreciated it. On the third night, one of Jaime's
girlfriends, as Caitie called them came over with an apple pie.
"Oh Jaime, I just have to meet this friend of yours that's been staying with you. The whole
neighborhood's talking about her, and I just had to meet her."
Jaime led the woman into the kitchen where Caitie was cooking. She looked Caitie up and down.
She was a mess. She wore a stained apron, her hair was all frizzed. She was very pretty though.
"Hmm." She snorted.
"Caitie, this is Lavonne." Jaime introduced. "Lavonne, this is my good friend Caitie."
Caitie studied Lavonne while Lavonne studied Caitie. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was
short, thick, styled, and blond. Her figure was petite and full. She was a little shorter than Jaime, and
taller than Caitie. Caitie was suddenly aware of how much of a wreck she looked liked right now.
She suddenly lost all confidence, and looked back and forth, and went back to her cooking to avoid
the feeling. She tucked her hair behind her ear as Lavonne talked. She had a lovely voice, with a
southern accent.
"So, I hear you and Jaime were friends in high school?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. How nice."
Lavonne could sense Caitie's insecurity around her, and Caitie could sense Lavonne's threatening
tone.
Lavonne looked around to see if Jaime was coming, and when she was satisfied he wasn't, she
walked up to Caitie.
"Listen you little witch. I don't know what your doing here, or what your intentions are, but listen
here, and listen good cause I'm only going to say this once. Jaime is property of this neighborhood.
He's already got a claim on him. And if you try anything, anything at all, you'll get it. Trust me. You'll
be taken care of."
Caitie stared at her in shock, and her eyes grew big. Lavonne backed up and when Jaime came back
into the room, her smile grew back to the sweet, beautiful smile it was before.
"Well, here's your pie." She handed it to Jaime. "Nice meeting you Caitie." She kissed Jaime's cheek
and leaned up right against his body. "I'll see you later."
Jaime's eyes trailed her as she exited his house. She took one last look at Caitie, and gave Jaime a
big smile, and than left out the door.
Caitie looked back down, and stopped what she was doing. She put her hands down on the counter,
and thought about what had just happened.
"See, what'd I tell ya?" Jaime laughed as he asked Caitie.
"You weren't kidding." She said knowing what Jaime didn't.
Dinner went by with out much being spoken. Afterwards, Caitie took a shower, and than her and
Jaime went to bed. Caitie had her arm around her son, and he looked over at her and asked,
"Mommy, is Mr. Waite going to be my new daddy?"
"What? Why would you think that?"
"Well, you like him."
"Jaime!"
"I can tell. And I know your always trying to find me a daddy, and I think if you want Mr. Waite to
be him, well, I'm O.K with that. I think he'd be a good daddy."
After that, Jaime closed his eyes with no intentions of saying anything else. Caitie starred blankly
outwards. She was unaware of Jaime, who was standing at the door listening and smiling.
3 days went by. Caitie and Jaime didn't have anymore personal conversations about Caitie's life.
Caitie made dinner every night, and Jaime sure appreciated it. On the third night, one of Jaime's
girlfriends, as Caitie called them came over with an apple pie.
"Oh Jaime, I just have to meet this friend of yours that's been staying with you. The whole
neighborhood's talking about her, and I just had to meet her."
Jaime led the woman into the kitchen where Caitie was cooking. She looked Caitie up and down.
She was a mess. She wore a stained apron, her hair was all frizzed. She was very pretty though.
"Hmm." She snorted.
"Caitie, this is Lavonne." Jaime introduced. "Lavonne, this is my good friend Caitie."
Caitie studied Lavonne while Lavonne studied Caitie. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was
short, thick, styled, and blond. Her figure was petite and full. She was a little shorter than Jaime, and
taller than Caitie. Caitie was suddenly aware of how much of a wreck she looked liked right now.
She suddenly lost all confidence, and looked back and forth, and went back to her cooking to avoid
the feeling. She tucked her hair behind her ear as Lavonne talked. She had a lovely voice, with a
southern accent.
"So, I hear you and Jaime were friends in high school?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. How nice."
Lavonne could sense Caitie's insecurity around her, and Caitie could sense Lavonne's threatening
tone.
Lavonne looked around to see if Jaime was coming, and when she was satisfied he wasn't, she
walked up to Caitie.
"Listen you little witch. I don't know what your doing here, or what your intentions are, but listen
here, and listen good cause I'm only going to say this once. Jaime is property of this neighborhood.
He's already got a claim on him. And if you try anything, anything at all, you'll get it. Trust me. You'll
be taken care of."
Caitie stared at her in shock, and her eyes grew big. Lavonne backed up and when Jaime came back
into the room, her smile grew back to the sweet, beautiful smile it was before.
"Well, here's your pie." She handed it to Jaime. "Nice meeting you Caitie." She kissed Jaime's cheek
and leaned up right against his body. "I'll see you later."
Jaime's eyes trailed her as she exited his house. She took one last look at Caitie, and gave Jaime a
big smile, and than left out the door.
Caitie looked back down, and stopped what she was doing. She put her hands down on the counter,
and thought about what had just happened.
"See, what'd I tell ya?" Jaime laughed as he asked Caitie.
"You weren't kidding." She said knowing what Jaime didn't.
Dinner went by with out much being spoken. Afterwards, Caitie took a shower, and than her and
Jaime went to bed. Caitie had her arm around her son, and he looked over at her and asked,
"Mommy, is Mr. Waite going to be my new daddy?"
"What? Why would you think that?"
"Well, you like him."
"Jaime!"
"I can tell. And I know your always trying to find me a daddy, and I think if you want Mr. Waite to
be him, well, I'm O.K with that. I think he'd be a good daddy."
After that, Jaime closed his eyes with no intentions of saying anything else. Caitie starred blankly
outwards. She was unaware of Jaime, who was standing at the door listening and smiling.