Chapter 266
266 –Another Type Of Rod
Madeline:
We reached a shallow stream tucked between rocks and surrounded by tall grass and trees.
The water was clear enough that we could see fish drifting near the surface and darting through the darker patches.
My kids started to jump up and down, pointing toward the fish and clapping their hands while looking back at
Baxter.
“So what, we are going to swim into the stream and catch the fish with our mouths now?” I asked Baxter, hands on my waist, challenging him playfully.
“You are going to be so impressed,” Baxter commented, giving me a smirk, and my posture began to waver.
I remembered the last time we were near water. We did not get out for hours.
“Don’t think about that,” While I thought about that, Baxter spoke, almost like he heard me, and I visibly shuddered, gulping as I watched him. He did not look at me when he made that comment.
He started to laugh with himself, and I frowned playfully. He stepped toward the bank and crouched down.
I watched him pick up a long, thin branch. He tested its strength with both hands, carefully.
I noticed that whenever he focused on work, he looked more attractive.
His jaw clenched, the veins on his temples showed, there was a frown on his forehead, his lips twitched a little, and his eyes narrowed.
He tied a rope to the end of the stick with tight knots.
“This will do,” he remarked, giving the rod a small pull to test it.
Before I could say a word, the kids were already nodding happily as if they understood what he meant.
They leaned forward, and Gina stretched her neck to watch. I stood beside him and held the rope steady when he gestured for me to do it.
His fingers brushed mine briefly while he tied the last knot. The small touch between us felt intense, but I tried hard not to seem desperate.
He stepped closer to the edge and lowered the line into the stream, his shoulders broad and his posture straight. He examined the water carefully.
He came close to the edge, and even though he was focused on catching the fish, he quickly held Bodhi by the arm, stopping him from slipping.
“Be careful,” Baxter warned Bodhi, who nodded and stepped behind him.
“When the fish stops under the shadow, you pull. Got it?” he instructed, directing his words to the kids as he taught them how to catch a fish.
Elara nodded eagerly, while Gina once again jumped up and down and clapped.
That was when I saw a fish float near the line. My eyes moved to Baxter.
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I noticed that he spotted the fish. His arm jerked upward, and he pulled on the stick. Water splashed, and the fish flopped against the rocks.
“Daddy, look there’s a fish!” Gina yelled, clapping and pointing at the fish.
“Oh my god, that is a fish!” Elara continued to scream even louder.
I squeezed my eyes shut because they were suddenly making too much noise.
“Kids, if you do not lower your voices, the fish will jump back in,” I groaned, and the kids covered their mouths.
Baxter gave me a head shake, stopping me from keeping them from expressing their happiness openly.
To be honest, I was still slightly worried about what other dangers were lurking around us, especially behind the trees or in the bushes.
After what happened with Nala, I knew those three men were not the only ones wandering. There would be other rogues too.
Baxter straightened and wiped his forehead.
“So, is that it? That’s a very small fish p>
After expressing their excitement, Gina complained while pouting and Baxter started to laugh.
“Gina, you should be grateful for what you are getting,” I told her, giving her a pout and a gentle head shake.
Once again, Baxter was ready to defend her.
“No, we definitely can catch more fish. But this time, we will each catch one. Come on. The next is your mother’s turn,” Baxter remarked, raising his eyebrow at me. His voice lowered a little when he mentioned me.
“Yes, Mommy, come on, catch a fish for us,” Bodhi expressed happily, while I saw Baxter turn and smirk even harder at me.
He held the rod out for me, licking his bottom lip before uttering,
“Come here,” he remarked, gesturing for me to stand in front of him.
“You cannot catch a fish from there,” he commented.
Watching my kids‘ excitement, I could not say no. I moved closer, and he positioned me at the edge of the stream.
He placed one hand on my hip and guided my posture until I was ready.
Then he stepped behind me, close enough that I felt his warm breath against my neck and ear and his chest pressing against my back.
His arms came around me, and his hands wrapped over mine on the rod.
“Hold it tight,” he whispered, his voice lowering, “and maybe later I’ll let you practice with something less innocent than a fishing rod.” 1
His words were low enough that the kids could not hear, but my body twitched.
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