Page 102 of Twisted Truths

I opened my door and got out, opened his door and he heldhis arms out for me. Lifting him from the seat, I held him tight against me. “I love you, Dillon.”

“I luffs you too.” He patted my back.

“Well, you sure smell like you’ve been working on a farm. How about a bath?”

“Yes!” Dillon pumped his arm and when I set him down in the foyer, he went running upstairs to get his toys gathered for the water party about to happen.

I walked through the hall to the kitchen and got a beer out. As I twisted the cap off, memories of Miranda’s ass bent over the recliner gut punched me.

Like some pervert, I stood behind her, ogling her ass. Her scrubs stretched tight across her full cheeks.

“Dad!” I heard toys clanking in the tub, followed by my son’s eager voice. “I’m ready!”

“Gotcha! I’m coming!”

From all his excitement, I was sure my boy would sleep well tonight. And if I could get rid of this hard-on, hopefully I would too.

Two hours later Dillon was sawing logs, and I was on my third beer, kicked back in my recliner. I stared at her name in my phone, wondering if she had the same number.

How many times have I wanted to call or message her?

“Too damn many.”

Me

Was he a good baby?

Miranda’s number

Who the hell is this?

Me

Sorry. I have the wrong number.

Miranda’s number

Henry?

Me

Yeah

Miranda’s number

Yes. He was an amazing baby.

Me

What was your pregnancy like?

Miranda

Normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I craved spicy foods and he came out with a head of hair He looked like sideshow bob

Me

LMAO

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