When You Least Expect It
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It's Just Dinner
The boys watched in quiet anticipation—or at least as close as two four year old twins could get to it—as they sat on the floor of the living room, one left to color a picture while the other re-enacted a car crash with two toy trucks; both activities being long forgotten once they heard the knock on the front door of their small apartment. Both just sat, staring at the door with wide eyes, wondering who would be on the other side of it.
Then they heard the loud footsteps of their dad as he approached from the back room, his bedroom, to open the door.
"Hey guys, who do you think it is?" He asked with a wide smile, one that he couldn't seem to keep off his face whenever he would see them staring at the door as they were now. He simply chuckled when they both turned their wide eyed gazes on him, as if silently begging him to open the door already. Moving past them and to the door, he pulled it open without hesitation to see the smiling face of his good friend, Rachel.
"Auntie!" The two young ones rushed past him, one latching onto her leg while the other reached up to grab hold of her hand. They knew that they weren't really related to her but she had insisted they call her auntie since she'd been around all their life anyway.
"Hey!" She greeted them happily, reaching to pick up the one holding her hand while the other removed himself from her leg to run back inside, "Hey Paul! I hope you don't mind me just dropping by!"
"No, never!" He assured here with a kiss on the cheek as he stepped aside so she could walk in, carrying one of his sons with her.
"Aunt Wachel, look what I dwawed!" The other held up a picture of a tree for her to see, his r coming out like a 'w' all the while.
"No Brady, you say look what I drew; drawed is not a word." Paul lightly scolded his child as he walked past.
"Sowwy…" He muttered sadly, turning to drop down on his stomach and stare at the drawing he had been working on prior to his aunt's arrival.
Paul watched from the entryway of the kitchen, worrying his bottom lip as guilt clouded over him. He could've been nicer about it, "Hey kiddo, you wanna come help me in the kitchen?" He asked, hoping to see a smile on Brady's face again.
To his disappointment, Brady simply got up and walked up to him—watching his feet all the while— grabbing a handful of his jeans, waiting to be led the rest of the way. With a small sigh, Paul simply ruffled his son's short ebony hair and led the way calling out a, "Make yourself at home!" to Rachel in the living room.
She simply smiled at her nephew on the couch next to her, "Ready to watch some TV kiddo?"
Peter, the other twin, simply smiled with an excited nod. He was the bolder of the two, while Brady was more shy and quiet; Peter loved adventure and being heard by the adults. He loved going to parks and whatnot to meet other kids and make new friends, where as Brady would simply sit and play in the sand alone.
"You ready to spend the day together and have some fun?" She asked with a smile, referring to the day that she had in mind for not only the boys, but Paul as well.
Since she met with her brother a few days ago, Rachel Black had been occupying her time coming up with the perfect plan to give Paul that little push he may need when she introduced him to her brother. At the same time however, she had gone through plan after plan when it came to their first meeting and after having a revelation—brought on by reading a Cosmopolitan magazine—she decided that the best place to bring Paul and Jacob together would have to be at his office; that way Paul would be able to see her brother in his element, helping animals and being kind to the owners. She however, not wanting to give Jacob the upper hand in the situation, let the date of their meeting to herself.
And, she thought to herself with a confidently victorious grin, today would be the day!—she just had to convince Paul to get out of the house and go to the Vet with her.
"Hey Rach, I forgot to ask, are you hungry?" Paul asked from the kitchen.
"Uh, no, you know what, I totally forgot to ask you! Do you mind coming with me to the vet?" She asked, jumping up and running to the kitchen—startling the three guys in the apartment all the while.
Paul stood there by the old refrigerator with a carton of eggs staring at her with a curious grin, "You don't even own a pet, why would you need to go to the vet?"
"Well…" THINK RACHEL, THINK! "my sister, Rebecca, she wanted me to take her dog to get checked out. So I said I would. And now I'm telling you that you're going with me." She smiled, more to herself and her quick mind than to Paul and Brady who sat on the counter playing with a spatula.
"Oh, uh…well I mean, the kids haven't even eaten breakfast yet." Paul began walking back to the stove, gently placing the eggs down onto the counter next to it. "But afterwards, I'm sure we would like to go, right buddy?" Paul sent a smile to his son, still occupying himself with the spatula in his hands.
At his dad's question however, the three year old matched his dad's smile with an excited nod, "C-Can we take the dog to the pawk too, daddy?"
"Alright then, it's settled!" Paul announced with a chuckle, "First we'll eat, and then head to the vet...and maybe then a trip to the park if Rachel is okay with taking us, and if Rebecca is okay with us taking it to the park."
"I'm sure she won't mind." Rachel announced with a wide smile of her own before added silently, I just have to call her and tell her I'll be taking the dog in the first place.
Damn that woman!, I thought to myself as I continued to tap my foot on the carpeted floor of the waiting room. How is it that I come along to accompany her to the vet for her sister's dog, and then end up sitting her alone, waiting for things to get taken care of as she left with Peter—whom abandoned us at the promise of ice-cream.
Looking to Brady, I smiled and watched as he and Rebecca's small Pug had a staring match. From the moment we had first picked him up, he and Brady had simply sat in the car staring at each other; even while Peter had tried his best to play with the little dog, Cleo simply wasn't having it.
Finally unable to hold the chuckle in any longer, Brady turned to look at me with curious—and rapidly blinking—eyes, "Having fun with the dog, kiddo?"
His eyebrows pulled together and his lips formed a tight line before he shook his head, "It keeps looking at me, daddy." He was now staring at the little ivory and dark brown furred dog again, "Shoo! Look at daddy! Go!" With the commands came wild hand gestures and a look of stoic determination that had me laughing uncontrollably.
"Brady, he probably just wants to play with you or something. Try petting him or-"
"Excuse me, sir? Were you here with Rachel?" The young woman behind the reception desk asked me. She looked to be around twenty, maybe twenty two, with big light brown eyes and hair that was just past her shoulders. She was the same one that Rachel had talked to when we first got here—they spent an awful long time giggling and whispering so I assumed they knew each other.
"Uh, yeah…she uh—she took my son to go get ice cream." I explained nervously, feeling the need to shift in my seat.
"Oh, well as long as you have the animal, we can take care of everything regardless. It says her she just wanted to get a check-up—so if you'll just come with me, I'll take you to a room in the back." She said with a smile, walking around from her little area to open the door separating the waiting area from the back, gesturing for me to follow her through.
"C'mon kiddo, let's go get Cleo checked out." I said with a sigh as I lift Brady from his chair and place him on the floor before taking a hold of his hand and leading him and the dog to the awaiting nurse.
The nurse led us through a hall of rooms, leading us into one and then saying a quick, "Jake should be here shortly." before leaving us with a slight giggle.
Odd. Wouldn't most employees refer to their boss as Dr. So-and-So? Must be nice to work on a first name basis.
Shrugging off the feeling that there was something else going on that had to do with this nurse, and Rachel's disappearing and urging the kids to go with her, I gently picked up the small pug and placed her on the exam table that was placed in the center of the room and unclipped the leash from her collar. Just as I had hefted my son up to sit on the chair, handing him Cleo's leash, the door opened and then closed again right after.
Cleo let out an excited yip or two, which had me turning around expecting to find Rachel, but instead a man came into view—a very…handsome man. The phrase tall, dark, and handsome immediately came to my mind as I took in his tall frame and perfectly chiseled facial features, from the curve of his nose to the shape of his lips, and sparkle of kindness in his deep light brown eyes. From his face my eyes wandered down to take in the way his grayish-blue button up shirt stretched across his firm chest and the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, and further down to examine the slightly loose, but not overly baggy in any way, black slacks that covered his legs—as well as kept everything else from the eye's view—before the sinfully smooth, deep baritone that was his voice pulled my attention back to his face.
"Hey, you look familiar; do I know you?"
A smile had spread across his face as he approached my position, but for the life of me, I could not find my voice to answer his question. I tried desperately to form words as he stood next to me, placing his clipboard down onto the exam table and reached for Cleo's collar to read her tag.
"I do know you!" He chuckled to himself as he picked her up and let her lick his cheek. Just as I had begun to feel foolish and wonder if he had even noticed me standing here, he turned to pin me down with an accusing glare, "Excuse me sir, may I ask you what you're doing with my sister's dog?"
Oh great! The damn dog gets to lick his face while I get accused of being a dog-napper. "Wait…Rebecca is your sister?" When he only nodded, I went on to ask, "So you're also Rachel's brother?"
Raising a quizzical eyebrow in my direction he nodded again, "Yeah, I'm Jacob Black…their brother—so now that that's out of the way, how about you answer my question."
"Well, I know this is going to sound weird but I came here with your sister, Rachel, as a favor for your other sister, Rebecca, but Rachel took my son out to get some ice-cream and I don't know why she's taking so long and…yeah…here I am." I chuckled nervously.
"Oh, I didn't know my sister was sending Cleo here…" He said thoughtfully before placing said puppy down and glancing past my shoulder, "You said my sister was with your son?" At my nod he went on, "Then who's the little guy chilling out in the chair?" He asked with a chuckle, nodding his head in the direction of the chair where I'd sat my son.
"Oh! This is my other son," I informed his as I rushed over to pick him up and hoist him on my hip, "Brady."
He gently placed Cleo on the table again, eyeing Brady and I the whole time with a curious look, "So you have two sons?"
"Yes…twins."
By the brightened look on his face, his posture going straight and perfect, and his smile back in place, "Are you by any chance…Paul?"
It was my turn to raise a questioning gaze to meet his curious one, one of my eyebrows lifting at that, "Yes…"
"Ah, well…that explains some stuff." He chuckled lightly as he held out a hand, "I'm Jacob Black, sorry about that little you-stole-my-sister's-dog thing."
"Nice to meet you…if you don't mind getting on with the check-up, I promised to take the little guy to get ice-cream too once things here were finished up."
"Oh, uh, no problem." He smiled, going back to Cleo.
Throughout the entire time as he pressed on various points on Cleo's body, pressing the stethoscope up against others, he had made sure to keep up small talk; mentioning just about anything from how my day was going, to how old the kids were; but whenever he asked about the kids, his genuine curiosity clear in his voice and those amazing eyes, I felt that flutter in my stomach that seemed to go hand-in-hand with the budding attraction that I knew was growing as I stood in this room.
Despite myself, I smiled incredibly a wide, cheek splitting smile as Jacob asked a question directly to Brady—asking what he liked—and Brady shouted out with glee, "Toy Stowy!"
"Oh yeah? Who's your favorite person in Toy Story?" Jacob asked with a smile, Cleo left forgotten on the table as he stood right next to me—as in like, a few inches left as space between us—as Brady sat on the edge of the table.
"Bullseye!" my son giggled out with a wide smile.
"Oh yeah, I'll have to remember that." Jacob chuckled, "Ya know, I know a theatre where they are playing the first Toy Story, Friday night, and then the other two on Saturday and Sunday."
My heart stopped and I tried my damndest to try not to hang on his every word or jump to conclusions.
Be reasonable Paul, you have two kids…there's no way this amazingly sexy animal doctor would want anything to do with you. He's probably not even gay. Go figure I'd be attracted to somebody straight.
"Willy?" Brady squeaked, I smiled a soft smile as I looked at my son with an adoring smile as he tried to say 'really'. It didn't matter if I had a man, especially after the last one…I don't know if I could do that to my kids again, forget about myself, I just care about them. Maybe it's a good thing that he's straight…
"Yup." Jacob answered Brady's squeak with a smile of his own.
Once Brady turned his silent question to me I sighed, "I don't know kiddo…maybe Rachel will take us if she's not-"
"Or," Jacob cut in, standing up straight again, "we could all go together."
I let out a shocked, "What?" as Brady squeaked out, "Willy?"
Jacob let out a full heartfelt laugh at this before turning his smile to us again, "Yes, really Brady. Well…does Peter like Toy Story as well?"
"Yeah!" Brady waved his arms aimlessly, answering his questions, "Peter likes Toy Stowy!"
"Alright then…what do you say Paul? Wanna go out Friday—dinner and a movie?"
Part of me was really really excited that he was asking me and my kids out. But then the other part of me, a bigger part, was ready to straight out refuse the offer from fear. I didn't want my kids or myself getting close to this guy, just to have him turn around and decided that this is all just too much for him and have him leave us. I couldn't put my kids through that again. I really couldn't. No matter how attractive this guy was…or how nice he was…or how amazing he was with Brady…or how I already love that sparkle in his eyes…or how he gives me butterflies and can make me blush, as he just did with his question.
"I have two kids."
"Yeah I know. I've met one, and am eager to meet little Peter." He smiled, it wasn't wide and happy, but it was small, sincere, and egging away at my fears and hesitation.
"But…why? I have two kids!"
"Ah," Jacob reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a Butterfinger, handing it to Brady, "Here, I'll let you have this, but me and your dad are gonna go out and talk for a bit, okay?" He asked as he picked Brady from the table and placed him in a safer seat on the chair.
"Okay."
"C'mon." Pressing a gentle hand against the small of my back, he urged me toward and out of the door; leaving it open just a crack as we stood out in the hallway, "Alright, now that it's just me and you, I'm gonna be honest. I don't know if you noticed in there, put I was really trying to put the moves on you. Of course, I had to keep my game in check since Brady was there, but I was still trying. I'm really into you. I mean, your obviously a great dad, Brady is great as I'm sure Peter is as well, not to mention your amazingly sexy."
I worried my bottom lip, eventually pulling it into my mouth to gently nibble on it as I thought everything over.
"C'mon Paul…if worse comes to worst, it's just dinner." He said with a completely serious face—and I have to say that I preferred him with a smile, not that he was ugly, it's just that…when he smiled, it was infectious.
"It's just dinner and a movie with the kids…?" I questioned hesitantly.
I saw his lips curve into a small, lopsided grin as he nodded, "Just a dinner with me and you…and the kids." He winked.
"Okay then…I uh…if you don't mind picking us up…I-we-I mean…I don't have a car."
"It's no problem." He agreed with a victorious smirk as he pushed inside the room again, "Hey little buddy! Guess what?"
"Toy Stowy?" Brady questioned with wide, hopeful eyes that seemed to be better puppy dog eyes than Cleo's.
"Yup!" Jacob chuckled, "So take Cleo and I'll see you guys on Friday." He chuckled as he placed said dog on the ground before moving to do the same to Brady and then turning back to me, "What does Peter like though…for reference?"
The question catching me off-guard, I actually had to think before answering with, "Dinosaurs."
With a nod, Jacob followed us out into the lobby, "Dinosaurs, got it." He knelt down to Brady's level again, "I'll see you Friday alright kiddo?"
"Okay!" Brady agreed before surprising us both by launching himself to hug his arms around Dr. Black's neck; but Jacob simply chuckled and returned the hug before letting go and sending a wink in my direction before heading to the back area once again.
"Ooooh! What was that all about? A doctor just winked at you Paul! Watch out!" Rachel laughed heartily as she led Peter to us, who's other hand was holding an ice cream cone to his mouth.
"Yeah, your brother, the vet winked at me. Get over it Rachel." I shook my head, leading the group to leave the office, Cleo in tow.
"Okay, I'll admit, I may have left out that little detail, but! Tell me what that talk of Friday was all about? Hmm?"
"Jacob is taking us to see Toy Stowy on Fwiday!" Brady announced in an excited squeak.
At Rachel's questioning gaze I simply rolled my eyes and repeated Jacob's own words by saying, "It's just dinner."
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