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Erin
"Alright class it's time to wrap up for the day,"
I shout clapping my hands together, hoping to
catch the attention of every child in the room.
"Before you leave remember to take your
addition and subtraction worksheet with you
and complete it by tomorrow. We will go over
the answers during math lessons, make sure
you come prepared."
At the end of my speech, the final bell rings
signaling the end of the day. In an instant, a
hoard of 15 little boys and girls rush to their
mini lockers, each one grabbing their
backpacks before exiting through the doors.
Somehow it didn't matter how much fun they
had in class, everyone always looks forward to
leaving.
Some children make their way to where the
buses were while others walk to the entrance
where their parents awaited them.
Assuming all the children have left; I turn
towards the board and start erasing the notes
for the day when I hear a noise behind me. I
whip around and see Kale, a student of mine
standing by the large windows looking outside.
I watch him sigh deeply as he observes
another student entering a car while their
parents drive away.
Confusion and concern wash over me because
Kale has never stayed late before. If his
mother, Abby, wasn't available to pick him up
his dad would come instead, and they were
always on time. I wonder what was wrong.
I walk to where he stands, "Kale, sweetie are
your parents late this evening to pick you up?"
I ask squatting down until I reach his eye level.
He silently shakes his head no.
"Is someone else picking you up then?"
He shows me a smile and replies, "Yes, my
uncle is, but I think he's late."
I glance out the window to see the first bus
starting to leave. The long line of parked cars
in front of the school is slowly diminishing. "I
see," I respond as cheerfully as I can, "Well...
you know what, since you're waiting do you
want to help get the class ready for
tomorrow?"
"Yes, please!" He exclaims happily while
nodding with excitement.
I laugh joyfully. Kale is one of the top students
in my class and one of the quietest. He
regularly did what was asked of him and rarely
acted out. Sometimes I feel like he acts too
mature for his age.
Grabbing the chair and making sure it is
stable, I place it in front of the board. "Here," I
reply handing him the eraser, "Just do as much
as you can." He gladly grabs it from my hand
and attempts to finish what I started earlier.
Fifteen minutes later, the board is cleaned, the
agenda for the next day is written down
perfectly, and the quote of the day, which was
written by Kale, is placed neatly on the right
side of the board just like it should be. Yet,
there was still no sign of Kale's uncle
anywhere.
I was starting to get worried and I suspect so
did Kale because he was constantly looking
out the door.
Wanting to distract him I suggest, "Since we
have some time, do you want to help me with
something else? But you have to keep it a
secret from your classmates."
"Secret?" He says cocking his head to the side
in question.
"Yes, can you do that for me?" Kale nods
enthusiastically. "I was thinking the other day
of throwing a little party for everyone. Think of
it as a 'pre-end' school celebration, because
it's not long until the end of the school year.
Can you believe it, there are only four and a
half weeks left of school?"
Kale shakes his head in disbelief too.
"Me neither. Plus, you guys have been doing
so well with keeping up with your daily
journals, I wanted to thank everyone for their
hard work. So, I will be baking cupcakes and
ordering pizza for the whole class in a couple
of weeks. However, I'm also making
decorations in hopes of decorating the
classroom and surprising everyone. Do you
think you can help me make some?"
"Yes!" He shouts, grinning happily.
I stick out my pinky, "Can you pinky promise
to keep the party a secret?"
I watch as he extends his little pinky and
wraps it around mine, "I promise Ms. Cooper."
"Awesome," I reply directing him to follow me
to my desk where all the supplies are stored,
"Why don't we work over here? There will be
more space."
Kale looks up at me his eyes twinkling, "I get
to sit at Ms. Cooper's desk?"
"Just not my desk," I reach down to pick him
up and place him on my office chair, "you get
the honor of sitting on my chair."
"Wow!" He says in awe as his small legs that
don't quite reach the floor kicks excitedly.
Pulling a chair so that I'm positioned in front
of Kale, I hand him a piece of blue
construction paper and scissors, "Ready to
start?"
He gladly accepts the items, "Yep, I can't wait."
"Alright." I grab my own paper and scissors,
"just follow me."
Soon we both lose track of time as we
continue with our project. I was afraid that
something like this would eventually become
boring to Kale, but to my surprise every
decoration he makes only puts a brighter smile
on his face. I'm grateful that Kale is willing to
help me, having an extra pair of hands with this
project saved me a lot of time.
Speaking of time, I peek at the clock and
couldn't suppress a small frown. It's been over
an hour and a half since school ended, and
still no sign of Kale's uncle. Now I am starting
to get overly concerned.
"Kale," I ask my voice low, "is your uncle really
coming to pick you up today?"
He looks up from the paper he was cutting.
"Yeah, he said he woβ"
"Kale I am so sorry I'm late," cries a breathless
voice from the doorway.
My head snaps in the direction of the voice
and instantly my heart drops to the pit of my
round belly.
Standing in the doorway of my classroom is
the most handsome man I ever laid eyes on.
He stands maybe about 6 ft 2 inches tall and
has short brown hair that seems to be perfectly
maintained even after the run here. His white
shirt is loose but did no justice in hiding his
toned muscular body frame. He is in
deliciously great shape but somehow, I get the
feeling that he isn't the type of guy to brag
about it. The jeans hang low on his hips and
fit snuggly onto his skin. However, it is his
green eyes that draw me in. They appear to
sparkle with mischief and along with
something else that I couldn't detect.
"Uncle Caden," I hear Kale say as he jumps
down from the chair and heads toward the
front door.
Kale's voice brings me back to reality.
Mentally shaking my head, I try my best to
clear my thoughts before I attempt to speak to
the handsome stranger in my classroom. This
was no time to be gushing over my student's
uncle.
Getting up from my chair I approach him, "Hi,
you must be Kale's uncle," I extend my hand
for a handshake, "I'm Erin Cooper, Kale's
homeroom teacher."
"A pleasure to meet you, Erin, my name is
Caden Williams." He says as his large firm
hand connects with mine. Instantly I feel
shivers erupt through my whole body but at the
same time warmth spreads in my chest.
It takes me a second to register the reality of
what just happened. Shivers? Who experiences
shivers during handshakes? And why did it feel
so darn good to hold his hand? I have never
been like this with anybody, so why now?
Unsure how to react, I pull my hand back a
little quicker than I intended and let it fall
lifeless against my side. I rub my hand on the
surface of my jeans hoping to destroy the
evidence of the tingles coursing through my
hand.
"I sincerely apologize again for being late," he
states quickly, "Something came up at work
and I couldn't leave. I tried to get here as fast
as I could. I am truly sorry."
"No need to apologize, Kale and I actually had
a great time together." I glance over at Kale
who is currently grabbing his backpack from
my desk, "Didn't we, Kale?"
"Yes, we did." He says beaming brightly
showing his perfect teeth.
My eyes flicker back to Caden, "If you don't
mind me asking is there a reason why you're
picking him up instead of his parents?"
"His parents will be out of town for a couple
of days, so Kale will be staying with me for
the time being."
Kale walks up to his uncle and slips his
smaller hand into Caden's palm. "Uncle, I'm
ready to go now."
He looks down, "Sounds good buddy. Thank
you again," he grins in my direction, "for
staying with him until I arrived."
"No worries, I was going to stay after school
for a bit anyway and having him here made
time go much faster."
Walking behind them, I watch them exit out the
door. "Good night to both of you," I smile
before turning to Caden. "And I hope to see
you again as well."
With an enchanting grin from him he whispers,
"Oh, I'm counting on it."
*****
Caden
"Hey Kale," I ask keeping my eyes on the road.
"Do you know if Ms. Cooper is married?"
Kale ponders over the question before replying,
"I don't think so," his arms cross against his
chest, "Ms. Cooper doesn't have a ring like
mommy and daddy."
"How about a boyfriend?" I peek at the rear-
view mirror and see Kale shrug.
"I don't know. Ms. Cooper never said anything
about a boyfriend."
I mentally throw a fist pump in the air from his
response. No ring is a good sign, but I'll have
to figure out if she has a boyfriend or not. I
know I shouldn't be asking my nephew such a
personal question and about his teacher no
less, but I couldn't help it.
The desire to know more about the stunning
woman I just met clouded my judgment.
"Uncle Caden." I hear Kale call from the
backseat. "Why do you want to know if Ms.
Cooper has a boyfriend or not?"
He is as sharp as always. Sometimes I forget
he's only 6 years old. "No reason," I answer,
"Just curious that's all."
Kale gives me a slight nod before turning and
looking out the window.
How is he supposed to tell his 6-year-old
nephew that he just saw the most beautiful
and breathtaking woman he ever laid eyes on?
I recall rushing to pick up Kale and wondering
who his teacher might be. I also wanted to
meet the person that Kale speaks so highly of
and quote as "his favorite teacher."
I was anticipating a 50-year-old lady with gray
hair and a nice smile. However, I haven't
expected to lay eyes on a lovely luscious curvy
woman with creamy white skin and kissable
lips. She was beyond gorgeous. She stood just
tall enough so that she reached the top of my
shoulders, which was the perfect height for me
to observe those beautiful light brown eyes of
hers. Her black hair was tied up into a nice
bun but all I wanted to do was strip those
curls loose so that they could fall past her
shoulders.
Not only was she adorable, but her name
matched her perfectly. Erin. Such an innocent
and soft name, it plays flawlessly against my
lips.
Damn, and that handshake was something
else. At just the initial touch of our hands, I felt
my palms burn with desire, but it didn't stop
there. The heat of our touch coursed through
my body and straight to my loins. Just a
simple touch and already I felt myself losing
self-control, I can't imagine what would happen
if she was naked and in front of me. Thinking
about it made me shiver with craving.
No woman has ever had this much impact on
me before, it's both frightening and exciting.
My thoughts switch back to Kale as I pull up
into my driveway, "We're here buddy."
On cue, he unclips his seatbelt ready to get off
his booster seat. Opening the side door, I
allow him to hop off as I reach for his
backpack. Entering the quiet house, I turn on
each light one by one as we make our way to
the living room.
I set his backpack on the couch. "Kale, do you
have anything you need to work on tonight,
maybe homework?"
"I do," he says. Opening his bag, he pulls out a
one-sided piece of paper from his green folder.
He holds the paper up facing me, "Ms. Cooper
gave us a math worksheet to do tonight and
asked us to complete it by tomorrow."
I glance down at my watch, 10 minutes till 5.
"Kale, I still have to make dinner, would it be
alright if you start the worksheet yourself? After
dinner, we can go over any questions you have.
Does that sound like a good plan?"
He nods, getting ready to settle down by the
coffee table. I am glad that I have an open
kitchen and living room, that way I can keep
an eye on Kale while I cook.
Forty-five minutes later dinner was served.
Placing the plate of spaghetti and garlic bread
in front of Kale, I sit next to him ready to dig
into my own dinner. I watch him take a big
bite of spaghetti, happy that he is enjoying his
food. "Are you missing your parents yet?"
He glimpses at me under his eyelids before
shrugging.
Kale's parents will be gone for 3 days and 2
nights for their anniversary trip to Hawaii. My
older sister, Abby, asked if I could watch him
for the time they were gone. I gladly accepted,
I mean it's not like there was anyone taking up
my time.
I'm a single bachelor that practically dedicates
his time and life to work. Don't get me wrong,
I love women and hanging out with my
buddies, but I take my work very seriously.
That was the reason why I was late picking
Kale up today. One of my biggest clients
decided at the very last minute that he would
like to redo his whole floor plan and of course,
I couldn't say no. Owning your own business
has its benefits but disadvantages too.
Although, I can't complain too much because I
love what I do, and it definitely brings in the
money.
"Should I take that signal as a no?" I chuckle
lightly.
He shrugs again, "I do miss them, but I'm
spending time with you and that makes me
happy."
I can't help but smile at his response. Abby
has raised him well. "Same buddy, I think we
are going to have a great time together before
your parent's come home." I take a sip of my
ice-cold water, "If there is anything you want to
do, don't hesitate to tell your uncle ok?"
Kale nods just as he shoves another spoon of
noodles in his mouth followed by a bite of
garlic bread.
As soon as dinner is over, I leave behind the
dirty dishes in the sink for the time being while
I help Kale with his homework. To my surprise,
he has already finished the worksheet while I
was cooking. The only thing left was to make
sure all the answers were correct. Once again
to my amazement, all but two questions were
right. Kale is really a smart boy.
It didn't take me long to teach Kale how to
solve the two questions he missed. He is a
quick learner and math just came naturally to
him. Kale must have gotten that trait from his
father because I know for sure he didn't get his
math skills from Abby. She hated math just as
much as she despised physics.
"Well done Kale." I pat him on the head softly,
"I know that Ms. Cooper will be very pleased
with how well you've accomplished your
homework."
"I hope so," he grins widely, his words full of
anticipation, "When we do well on our
homework or tests, she always puts the best
stickers on the paper. Plus, she gets the very
good ones and they smell like candy."
"Does she now?"
"Yes!" Kale spread his arm wide his voice
rising, "Ms. Cooper is great; she is the best
teacher in the whole world."
Just hearing my nephew talk so proudly about
his homeroom teacher, makes me want to
know more about her. What were her hobbies,
likes, and dislikes? Was she the type of girl
that soaked her body in a nice warm bubble
bath with a glass of red wine after a long day?
Or did she kick off her shoes, relax back and
enjoy a night alone with a movie or a book?
And what would it take to see those beautiful
lips arch up into a smile for me?
I know we've just met, but that single simple
interaction that we shared was special and
unique, at least for me. Just thinking about her
makes me feel so alive .
"She does sound like a wonderful teacher."
"Ms. Cooper is awesome, but," Kale frowns, "I
wish she could be my second- grade teacher
too."
"That's right it's almost summer soon."
"Yeh, I can't wait for summer, but that means
no more Ms. Cooper."
I pat his head softly again, hoping to reassure
him, "I don't think you have to worry, I'm sure
that you will continue to see Ms. Cooper even
when she is no longer your teacher." I smile, "I
promise."
He sighs, content with my response, "Thank
you, uncle."
"Now that your homework is done, do you
wanna watch some television before bed?"
Kale jumps down from the chair his arms
spread wide, "Yes please."
"Ok, why don't you go watch TV while I clean
up."
Two hours later, the kitchen is cleaned, Kale's
bath is done, and his teeth brushed. He is
tucked neatly under the covers in his spider-
man pajamas and after one book a soft
snooze from his lips signaled that he is
dreaming away.
I pull the sheet cover closer to his chin, "Good
night my little man." I whisper kissing him on
the forehead. As silently as I could, I gently
shut the door half-way and walk out of the
room.
Making my way back downstairs, I grab a nice
cold beer out of my fridge. Plopping myself
down on the comfy sofa, I breathe in
satisfaction as the pop of the can cause the
beer to sizzle to life. "Now," I spoke out loud
to the empty room, just as I take a swig of the
yummy fluid, "What should I do about Ms. Erin
Cooper?"
I never get the chance to think about my
question. The buzzing of my cellphone in my
back pocket distracts the rest of my thoughts.
Reaching to grab it, I see that the caller is my
sister, Abby.
Sliding the green button, I place the phone by
my ear, "Hello sis, what's up?"
"Caden, how's my little boy?"
"He's doing fine, I just put him to bed."
"I was afraid that he might be restless the first
night that we were away, but I'm glad he's
sleeping soundly. So, thank you again for
watching him. I know how busy you are."
"It's fine, I'm actually glad to have someone
here to keep me company. It gets kind of
lonely coming home to an empty house."
"That's why I keep telling you to get yourself a
wife. I mean Caden you're 30 years old and the
last time I saw you go on date was about 6
months ago. Well if you can even call that
blind date a real date. Not only did you arrive
late and forget her name, but you completely
ruined everything by saying you had no interest
in her at all and you were only there because
mom forced you to go."
Placing the palm of my hand on my forehead,
I groan loudly. That is one memory I did not
like to remember, but it is also a memory that
my mom never let me forget. She sure gave
me an earful that day. My mother has a habit
of setting me on multiple blind dates with
every available woman.
"You know how much I hate blind dates," I
grunt.
"Mom just wants you to settle down. Get away
from work for a little bit and enjoy life."
"I enjoy my life right now and I'm not always
working. I go out all the time."
"Yeh, and then you hook up with random girls.
Caden, that's not settling down."
"Alright, alright," I respond with annoyance.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I feel like
mom's lecturing me."
After a short pause, Abby continues, "We're just
concerned about you."
"I know sis, but I'll be ok. I'm a big boy now."
I respond grinning to myself, "I can take care
of myself, so don't worry."
"Fine, then we will leave it at that. Make sure
to take good care of my son."
"Will do. Kale and I are going to have some
quality uncle and nephew time."
I could almost hear the smile from Abby.
"Thanks, Caden, I'll see you in a couple of
days. Good night."
"Good night." I press the end button
disconnecting the call.
Looking at the clock I see that it is already
past 9 pm. I might have just enough time to
finish my drink and review some floorplans
before bed. I'd have to sleep a little earlier
tonight if I expect to wake up in time to get
Kale ready for school.
In fact, if I sent him to school a bit earlier,
maybe I can stop by to say hi to his cute little
homeroom teacher.
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