Page 18 of Fierce-Jax

She rolled her eyes. She was going to have her hands full when Gianna got older.

“That’s nice,” she said. “But today is the weekend and it’s not school. It’s a bunch of your friends gathering for a party.”

Dillion walked over and looked at the pants on the bed and picked up a pair of jeans that had stretch to them.

“I like them,” Gianna said.

“Those are the ones you had on already,” she pointed out.

“I wasn’t sure if they’d be right,” Gianna argued. Her daughter was good at arguing too. Not a shy bone in this four-year-old’s body. Nothing like Alec and more like her.

She was always thrilled that her daughter exhibited more of her personality, but there were times that she had to reel it in.

Just like she sure the hell acted shy in her attempt to talk to Jax two days ago though.

Major fail on her part there. She should have just spoken her mind as she was known to do.

He didn’t appear to be catching what she clumsily threw out.

She even chucked out the part of having a daughter so it wasn’t a shock. If he’d acted as if he didn’t like kids or didn’t want them, she would have just moved on in her mind.

But he hadn’t acted any way other than a slight pause over that announcement, then looked down at her hands for rings.

She had none on. She also commented on how hard it was to find someone too.

Guess he wasn’t interested in her.

Which is why it was best to continue on as she was doing.

Going it alone.

This dating thing wasn’t for her and she had more important things to focus on...like her daughter running topless around the room picking up shirts and throwing them over her head as if she were on a hunt for treasure trying to find the one she wanted the most.

“You have three seconds to pick one or I’m doing it,” she said. “One, two, three.”

Dillion went to grab the first one tossed by her feet, but Gianna had another in her hand and was yanking it over her head and giggling.

“Done,” Gianna said. “Now I need socks.”

She rolled her eyes. “You better have them on by the time I’m done putting your clothes away. And be happy that I’m not making you put them away.”

“I’m excited about the party,” Gianna said, batting her long curly eyelashes.

Her daughter was going to be a little boy killer at some point in her life with those big brown wide innocent-looking eyes. Nothing innocent in those eyes now.

“I know,” she said. She picked up the three pairs of pants and folded them to put in the drawer while Gianna was pushing socks around trying to find the perfect unmatched pair that wouldn’t go with her outfit today.

She’d long since given up trying to fix it and let it go.

It was only socks that very few people noticed, though she did make a habit of looking at other kids when she was in public to see if her child was the only one sporting that style.

Gianna wasn’t.

The last shirt was hung up by the time Gianna had pulled two pairs of matched socks to put on one of each. Black with white stars on her right foot, rainbow stripes on the left.

At least her daughter’s shirt had a rainbow on the front, so not all that bad.

“I’m ready,” Gianna said. “Let’s go.”