As always I don't own shit! It is oh so sad but yet oh so true! My beta is the best and makes it all oh so pretty!

Hi, guys. Here is my new story! It is something that is sweet and heartwarming and a true love story. This is mostly about two people trying to build something that will be lasting with a little hard work. There will be some drama but no angst! That is my hard limit! Now this little boy is based off of my daughter and some of the things that she does, so please be nice!

As I sit on my porch and drink a cold beer, I watch the sun set into the night sky. I don't think my life could get any better than it is right now. I mean, what more could a man ask for than I already have?

House…check: double wide with three bedrooms.

Car…check: Ford pickup truck extended cab.

Boat…check: big enough to crab, fish, frog, and catch gators.

Job…check: I own and manage the meat market in town; you want it, I can get it or go and catch it for you.

Good friends and cold beer…double check.

I mean, this is the life: no one to tie me down. I come and go as I please and don't have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, I look across the trailer park's lot and see my friends wrangle up their heathens for the night. All the while, their missuses are yelling out, "Don't rile 'em up before bed!"

Em has his two little girls hanging off his legs and his son is on Rose's hip. You can tell she loves that big dumb grease monkey. Jasper has his little girl on his back as he talks to his little soldier. James is on his knees, talkin' to Vicki's belly 'cause she is due any day now and I know he can't wait to get to meet his little one.

I get a little sad that I don't have anybody in my life, but really, it's better that way, ya know? It's too hard to find a girl around here. They have either had everyone in and out of town or they are just looking for someone to give them a baby and take care of both of them, and that ain't my style, son!

I want kids—shitm I want like 10 of 'em runnin' around—but I want someone who is going to help me and take care of me and the kids: cook, clean, shit like that! I don't want or need another HMH! In case ya don't know what that is, it's a High Maintenance Ho!

I have been there and done that, so I'm good, son, but thanks anyway. Her name was Tanya and she came off sweet as sugar until she didn't get her way. It seemed no one ever told her no, so she didn't like hearing it. We were together for about two years before I found her blowing some truck driver in the bathroom. That was about four years ago and I haven't felt like dealing with any other chick since then. I figure that when I meet the right one I will know it, and until then I'll just do what I do.

I think a drive is in order so I won't be sitting here thinking on shit like this tonight; maybe tomorrow, but not tonight of all nights. Hell, it's my birthday and I wanna do something fun. Shit, you only turn 32 once, but with everyone working it will have to wait 'til the weekend.

I hop into my pickup truck and head out of the trailer park, looking for something to do. I guess I could go grab a bite to eat but I don't really feel like another burger. It's too bad they closed down the diner that was just up ahead; they always had the best chicken-fried steaks there.

As I'm thinking about them and drive past, I see a truck in the lot and the door is wide open, so I make a U-turn to go check it out. I don't know why anyone is there and I sure as hell don't recognize that truck, so I need to make sure there isn't anyone in there messing the place up.

When I pull into the parking lot, I see someone bent over the tailgate with their ass up in the air, and oh what an ass it is! It's not the biggest I have seen but it sure as hell is not the smallest, and being an ass man I tend to notice that first. It is wrapped up in some cut-off shorts; they are tight as hell and slightly faded but looked damn good from where I am sitting. And her thighs had to be as big as mine—which is always a plus since I tended to like the bigger girls, but they are hard to find—and she was rocking some light-brown worn-in cowboy boots.

I got out of the truck to see what was going on or if maybe she was lost or if I can help, and really, I just want to see her face! Clearing my throat, I call out, "Ma'am, ya need some help with that?"

She let out the cutest scream and shot up real quick-like, then put her hand over her heart like she was tryin' to calm it. "Lord, help! You scared the shit out of me!" she screams at me with a red face.

I just chuckle at her and smile while she got herself under control. When she did, she starts bossing me around like she had been doin' it for years. "And yes, please, you can grab the crate of dishes out the back of the truck. I'd really appreciate it since my son has decided he no longer wants to help with anything and has run inside to hide."

She sighs and looks at the diner for a few seconds before turning back to me. "If you see him on your way in, please just keep to yourself and pay him no mind. He doesn't like to talk to new people, and no matter what, do not touch him." With that, she grabs some bags and walks on in, leaving me standing there looking like an idiot.

What the hell, I might as well do as I'm told and maybe then she will tell me her name and what it is she is doing here. I grab both crates of dishes and walk them into the diner. They were a little heavy but nothing that I couldn't handle, especially after haulin' in two twelve-foot gators this morning.

When I walk in, I don't see her or her kid anywhere and I'm not really sure where she wants the dishes, so I call out to her to see where she went. "Ma'am, where you want me to put the dishes at?" Wow, my voice sounds real loud in here but before I can think any more on that, I hear a small yelp and then something break.

SHIT! I cuss in my head and wander into the back area where the noise came from. When I open the door and peek my head in, I don't see anyone but I sure as hell hear a sweet beautiful voice start to sing.

Hey hey…

What do ya say say…

Oh my jay jay…

We are goin' have a great day day…

Do you wanta play play…

In Louisiana's muddy bay bay…

And dig up some of that gritty clay clay…

Or maybe we should just stay stay…

Under the sky where we could lay lay…

Out in the middle of may may…

Til mommy goes cray cray…

Singing some songs by tray tray…

Or maybe a little billy ray ray…

Til all our worries fade away way…

She sounds like she is making it up as she goes, but that's okay 'cause it is nice and soothing nonetheless. It must have worked, 'cause the next thing I know she is standing up by the coolers with this small boy in her arms. He has some overalls on with a black shirt under it and the same color brown hair as her and his little hands are tangled in it with his face buried in her neck. It doesn't look like he is plannin' on comin' out from there any time soon either.

Once she sees that I am standing by the door with my hands shoved deep into my pockets, she gives me this sad little smile and a small head nod. "Um… Hi, I'm Bella and this here is my little man, JJ. Thanks for bringing the dishes in and all. Um, if you can give me a minute to put him down and get him settled, I'll come back and talk to ya," she tells me in this shy little voice that was nothing like when she spoke to me before.

"Sure, sure. You do what you gotta do and I will just keep bringing all the stuff in and put it on the counters and tables," I tell her as she walks to the back of the kitchen and out the side door.

Go leave me some sugar!~