BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
Her lashes fluttered, her head bobbed once, twice, then she took a deep breath and started to sing.
“Hush, baby… don’t you cry…”
She paused for a second, and I listened, trying to learn the words.
“Papa’s gonna buy you… a mockingbird…”
Her palm moved rhythmically on my chest, that slow, steady pat like a heartbeat honestly felt good.
Her sisters were so lucky to have her as the eldest.
I wish I had an eldest sister at least.
“If that mockingbird don’t sing…” she continued, her words slurring just a little, “…Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…”