Our Special Girl
Isha
Stretching as I open my eyes from my nap, I can’t help but smile. These guys weren’t just a bunch of flirts and very well-endowed in their pants, but they were funny too. They had me giggling so much. Dawson obviously hates being called Daddy, probably because he is the oldest of them, but only by a couple of years. Still, it’s funny, and I can picture his scowl every time one of them does it.
The doorbell rang and I rolled out of bed. Today was a lazy day for us women. We had decided to stay home and watch chick flicks. After breakfast this morning, we watched P.S, I love you, and then Under the Tuscan Sun. Then it was nap time for all three of us. Tonight we had already decided to watch Practical Magic and Pride and Prejudice.
“I got it,” I yelled to no one. I didn’t know where my mom or Nana were. I opened the door and was surprised to see a man with a huge smile on his face holding the bouquets. One was a colorful array of tiger lilies, another was rainbow roses, and the third was pink, white and yellow tulips.
“I have a delivery for Isha Baxter, Nora Ryan and Ellie Ryan,” he said, holding his arms out.
“I’m Isha Baxter, I can take all three deliveries,” I said. I took the bouquets from him. He told me to have a nice day and I did the same. I walked to the kitchen to put the flowers in vases.
When I walked in, I found mom and Nana peeling potatoes for tonight’s dinner.
“What have you got there? Those are gorgeous,” my Nana said, putting her peeler down and holding her hands out for a bouquet.
“They were just delivered, one for each of us,” I said.
“What? Who would send us all flowers?” Mom asked, putting down her peeler and potato.
“I don’t know, but there are cards. Looks like mine are the tulips, which are my favorite flowers. Nana’s are the rainbow roses and, mom, you have the lilies.”
“Oh, this is so sweet,” Nana said. “They are from your boys. Mine says to the most beautiful Nora Ryan, 1st runner-up of Miss World Ireland, totally robbed by the way. We hope you have a lovely day. Love Isha’s Boys”
“Mine says to the gorgeous Ellie Ryan, s*xiest mother-in-law ever. Hope your day is beautiful. Love Isha’s Boys.”
“What? How do they even know your last names and that Nana was in the Miss World Ireland Pageant?”
“Who cares right now? I’m just happy they think I’m s*xy at my age,” mom sighed.
“Mother, you are s*xy even Uncle Mark thinks so.”
“So true,” Nana said. My mom blushed and I smiled.
“Mine says, We miss you, our gorgeous girl. Will be seeing you soon. Can’t wait to have you under our roof. Love Us.”
“Love, hmmm, these boys are not messing around. It seems they all want you. I approve,” Nana said with a decisive nod.
“Me too, you deserve to be pampered. What better way than by four men that obviously adore you?”
“You’re really okay, with four men pursuing me? And if I sleep with all of them, you approve?”
“Isha, this is 2025. Life is different now. There are boy-girl relationships, boy boy, girl girl, girl boy boy, and other types out there. No one will judge you and if they do, they are a bunch of prudes,” Nana said.
“As long as you’re happy sweetheart, we’ll be happy. That’s all your Nana and I want, is for you to just be happy. Oh and
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grandbabies, we really want grandbabies. You’re bound to get pregnant faster if you have four men after you.”
My mouth dropped, “Mom!”
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“What? It’s time, Isha, babies, I need them in my life. You know, Nana and I talked and if you did become pregnant we’d buy a house in Colorado and come stay half the year there.”
“Are you blackmailing me now? For babies?”
“Is it working?” Nana asked.
I rolled my eyes, “You two are impossible. I’m taking my flowers to my room.”
I grabbed a vase and my flowers and raced to my room before they made any more plans for me. I filled the vase with water and arranged my flowers after putting in the plant food that came with the bouquet.
The flowers are beautiful. My mom and Nana practically swooned over the flowers and your message. Now they’re planning our futures. Way to go guys. You made them think we’re more than just BFFs.
Dawson: We are more. We are glad you all like your flowers.
Mic: You’re our special girl.
Ford: I don’t think you are grasping the situation, My Naughty Princess.
Davis: You’re it for us. You’ll find out soon.
Stop joking guys. You could really make me think there’s more to our friendship than there actually is. I like our fun flirting and other things. I don’t need more cracks in my heart. When you get with your special girls, they won’t appreciate our friendship.
Ford: What do you mean by our special girls? You’re our special girl.
I mean when you date other women.
Mic: We don’t date other women. We have each other, and we will soon have you.
Do you mean you are all together?
Davis: Mic, Ford and I have a s*xual relationship. Dawson is our boyfriend without s*x. We love him, he loves us.
Oh…
My mind just glitched with an image of Mic, Ford, and Davis, in bed together, watching them pleasure each other. Heat suffused my body and I felt myself become extremely wet. I squeezed my thighs together. F*ck that was hot.
Dawson: Is this too much for you? We can slow down, go at your pace. I know we are bombarding you with a lot.
I am just a little shocked, and a lot turned on.
Mic: We can work with that.
Ford: Definitely.
Davis: We’ll see you soon, beautiful
Yes, I’ll be home soon. Five more days and I’ll fly back.
“Isha, there is another delivery and this one is just for you!” I heard my mom yell. I didn’t even hear the doorbell. I was so engrossed with my guys and the images of them. My guys, well h*ll if they were saying I was their girl, I might as well call them my guys.
I walked back downstairs to the living room. On the table was a long wide box with two smaller boxes beside it.
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“What’s all this?” I asked.
“We don’t know, but there is a card,” Nana said, holding it out to me.
I opened the card and read it out loud.
“Take your mom and Nana out tonight on us. You have eight p.m. reservations at Sinatra. Please wear the dress and jewelry. Love Us.”
“Wow, Sinatra, that’s a swanky place,” Nana said.
“Well, it looks like our dinner is for another night. Tonight we are dressing up and going to Sinatra’s. We have five hours.
We can still watch both movies,” mom said.
“Yes, but first open the boxes,” Nana said, clapping and bouncing on her toes.
I put the card down and opened the big box that I knew had a dress in it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. The dress was champagne-colored with a sweetheart neckline with crystals all over the bodice. The dress itself was floor-length with a slit up the right thigh. There was a shimmery layer over the whole skirt of the dress. It really sparkled. The next box was a shoebox. There were a pair of five-inch-heeled sandals with a strap
around the ankle also adorned with crystals, and in the last box was a diamond choker.
“These boys have phenomenal taste,” Nana mumbled.
“Indeed, there has to be at least a hundred thousand dollars on this table right now. Isha, you didn’t say your men were
well off,” mom said.
“Oh, that makes me feel even more better about them,” Nana said.
“I didn’t know. All I know is they are all partners in Dawson’s Security firm.”
“Well, it’s obvious they have money. At least we’ll know they won’t want you just for your money when you tell them,” mom
said.
I nodded still in shock at what was on the table before me.
“I’m going to put these away, then let’s start our movies.” I gathered everything and took it all to my room. I hung the dress up and marveled at it. It was gorgeous. With a smile on my face, I squealed and twirled in a circle. I’ve never felt
this way about any man, and now it seems I might have four. I seriously couldn’t wait to go home now.
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