Page 58 of Toxic Wishes

“Great choice.” I placed one slice, then picked up another.

“One is fine,” She said, midway through me putting another slice onto her plate.

Remembering her eating disorder, I placed it on there anyway, since I’m an inconsiderate asshole. “I touched it, so if you don’t eat it, I will.” Why the fuck was my mind going straight to the gutter? Images of her pussy flashed in my mind and I struggled to shake them off. What was I, a sixteen-year-old teenager? How can the word eat make blood rush to my dick in an instant?

“I’m Bodie,” My son says as he chews his food. “Don’t chew with your mouthful.” I sit across from Bodie and Abigail after placing Abigail’s plate in front of her.

“That’s a beautiful name, Bodie. How old are you?” She asks.

“I’m six, well almost six.” He holds up his fingers to indicate.

“When is your birthday?” Abigail says softly, leaning in as if trying to make Bodie comfortable. No woman was that thoughtful around my son. They were too busy focusing on me and ensuring I was the relationship's leading man.

“November…” he taps his chin lightly.

“Thirteenth,” I say, helping him remember.

“Oh ya, November thirteenth.”

“How cool. My birthday is in November, too, but mine is November eleventh, so our birthdays are only two days apart. We’re practically birthday twins.”

For whatever reason, I felt a sense of comfort when she mentioned her birthday, maybe because it made me feel like a part of Blake was still alive and about to celebrate his.

“Really?” Bodie’s eyes go wide. Maybe we can have a birthday party at the same time. Do you like Spider-Man? I love Spider-Man. I told Dad I wanted to have a giant birthday cake at the gym where there is wall climbing, and we had to make sure we invited Ghost-Spidey, too, because it’s just not the same without them together.”

Abigail laughed lightly and fuck me if that wasn’t the most adorable laugh I’ve ever heard. It was genuine, soft, subtle but also rare as if she tucked them away and only brought them out on certain occasions.

“I love Spiderman. I think he’s pretty cool.” Bodie adds, taking another bite.

“I think he’s pretty brave and I have a feeling you are just as awesome as Spider man. With tunnel vision.” She makes circles with her fingers, pretending to look through them like glasses.

I first noticed Abigail’s eyes. She had the most striking eyes I’ve ever seen. They weren’t blue; they were a color I’d never seen before. It’s like they were green mixed with an orange tint. Or maybe it was a yellow color. I don’t know. I haven’t looked into her eyes deep enough to see the small details.

“So how old are you going to be,” Bodie asks with his mouthful again. I tap his shoulder, and he turns to face me.

“What did I say about eating with your mouthful?”

“Dad,” he groans.

I see Abigail hasn’t even touched her food.

“I’ll be twenty-two. It’s double what my birthday is.”

Bodie scratches his nose up in confusion. Abigail holds up both pointer fingers placing them side by side. “This is the number eleven. So when you add eleven and eleven together, it makes twenty-two.”

“You are going to be twenty-two?” Bodie’s animated expression makes me smirk as I watch him and Abigail converse.

“My mom won’t like how you are younger than her. She says, my dad-”

I cough as I make an effort to interrupt my son.

“Bodie, be mindful of what you are saying.” I remind him.

“Okay.” He looks down at his pizza for a second before perking back up. “My mom doesn’t like cake but do you like cake miss.…” Bodie trails off, realizing he doesn’t know Abigail's name.

“Abigail. My name is Abigail.”

“That’s pretty. I have a friend in Mrs. Meyer's class, and her name is Abigail, but she’s not very nice. Not like you. She’s always picking on the girls and making fun of their clothes.”

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