Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) by Krista Lakes, Darla York Read Free Book Online

camps over the summer. I'd been waiting for this call for a week.
    “Jes, what the hell is this? You want four hundred dollars for him to do what?” Richard screamed over the phone.
    I felt my heart beat start to quicken, I always hated getting in fights with him.
    “I just thought you wanted to help out. You said you would support him in sports he wanted to play.” I thought I managed to sound calm and reasonable and was rather proud of myself.
    “Yeah, a real sport like football. What are they going to teach him, how to run without tripping over his own two feet?” He gave a slight chuckle at his own joke. I was glad he couldn't see me rolling my eyes at him.
    “Richard, we've talked about this. Ben really likes lacrosse. I want to support him in the sport he likes, not the one you pick for him.” I tried to make my voice firm, but I felt it quaver. The thought that Richard didn’t want to support Ben because it wasn't football made me realize how juvenile my ex-husband could be.
    “There is no way in hell that I am going to help pay for this. They’re all trying to scam people out of all their money for a crap sport that no one cares about.” His voice rose to the tone that always made me feel weak and unimportant. “I pay the child support, and I wont pay a penny more for ridiculous shit like this.”
    “Richard, please-” But all I heard was a dead tone on the other end. The bastard had hung up on me.
    I felt my blood boil, and it wasn't about the money. He hadn't asked about Ben at all. All he cared about was the money. My breath caught in my throat as I kept back burning tears. I yanked my hair up in a tight bun and took a few deep breaths. I was not going to let this ruin my day, and I did not want to have anyone see me upset. Especially not Cee.
    With one last wipe under my eyes I walked through the door to the smell of rolls and baked chicken. Cee and Ben were sitting on the living room floor with lacrosse sticks in hand.
    “Now take this string and loop it around here, and attach it to your basket. Nice, and knot it here. See, that is the first step of learning to tie your stick. We’ll have to continue later because your mom is home. I don’t know about you, but I'm starving,” Cee said, standing up.
    He stretched his long legs from the crossed position he was sitting in. His shorts rose up and showed his toned legs. My face flushed slightly as I caught myself staring at him.
    “Now go say hello to your mom and tell her all about your day. I'm going to finish getting dinner ready,” Cee instructed Ben. He looked over and smiled. “Hi, Jes. I hope chicken and rice with baked rolls sounds good to you. Ben said it's his favorite.”
    “Oh, my gosh, yes. That sounds amazing.” I plopped my bag down and tossed my shoes in the corner. It felt good to be home. Having Cee here already felt natural and right. The fight with Richard was becoming the furthest thing from my mind.
    “Mom, look what Cee taught me today!” Ben ran over to show me a half-strung lacrosse head. “He says it'll take a lot of practice, but I can do it myself one day, and then I can switch out different colors.”
    “That sounds awesome, Ben,” I told him with an eager smile as I admired his handy work. It was so nice to see him excited and glad. “Now go sit down at the table so we can eat.”
    Cee dished up the plates with steaming chicken smothered in a mushroom rice sauce and put the warm rolls into a bowl in the center of the table. I nearly cried with joy. From a bad phone call to this. I had died and gone to heaven. It was silly and simple, but for the first time in weeks, both Ben and I were happy. All because of Cee.
    “Ben, can you put the jam and butter out? Then we can get dinner started,” Cee told Ben. I sat at the table in awe as Ben got up and grabbed the items willingly.
    “Who are you and what did you do with my son?” I said jokingly at Cee. “It’s usually like pulling teeth to get him to do