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When we got back from seeing my family, I would sit down with Aiden and broach the subject. He was getting used to me “going out with friends”, but I had never dated anyone his entire young life. While I knew he liked Robert, would that change when we told him we were dating?
That we were more than dating. That we were fated mates. I didn’t even know if Aiden knew what that was. Maybe I could ask Robert for some tips on talking to a five-year-old. He spent all day with young children and seemed to magically know how to speak to them.
Robert came back into the room, his cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. Taking a seat, he reached for the salad first.
“Wyatt is watching my kids for me,” he told me, forking some greens into his mouth. “Thank you for lunch. Though I should get some water.” He stood up, lookingtowards the refrigerator. “I don’t need the calories from the shake.”
Placing my hand over his, I stopped him before he could take a step. “If you are worried about your weight, please don’t. Drink the shake. You look bea–” glancing at Aiden who was watching us intently, I caught myself from saying beautiful. “You look perfectly fine.”
“I really shouldn’t.” But his eyes glanced at the shake longingly.
“You really should.” Taking another sip of my shake, I moaned loudly as the ice cream melted on my tongue. “So yummy!”
Aiden giggled at my noises, then reached for his own shake. “It’s really good, Mr. Robert. They have the bestest shakes there.”
“They really do.” I agreed, grinning impishly at Robert. “Sit. Eat. Enjoy the ice cream.”
He sat, taking the most delicate sip of his shake I had ever seen anyone take. His eyes closed in bliss as the cold chocolate hit his tongue, and he let out the tiniest little moan of pleasure. And fuck, if that sound didn’t go straight to my dick, waking him right up.
Shifting my legs beneath the table, my eyes devoured him hungrily. Blinking his eyes open, he caught my heated gaze, his own eyes widening. Licking his lips with his tongue, I saw the flare of fire in his brown depths. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Taking another slow, long pull of his straw, his eyes never left mine, and he made another obscene moan. “Soooo good.”
My nostrils flared, my dick throbbing, and I casually put my hand under the table and squeezed my cock. I needed to get myself under control, before anyone else came into the break room. Thank goodness the table blocked my son’s view, and he had no clue what was happening between Robert and me as he happily ate his fries.
“Aiden tells me he’s excited to see his grandparents tomorrow,” Robert casually said. I had no doubt he knew exactly what was happening under the table.
Aiden nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait to see Grandpa George and Grandpa Devon, and Grandma Michelle. And my aunts and uncles, and all my cousins.”
Robert smiled warmly at him, and my heart thumped in my chest for a completely different reason. Because seeing Robert look at my son the way he did, with such genuine affection, made my heart melt.
“I’m sure they’ve missed you, too. You’re going to have a wonderful time.”
I wanted to tell him I was going to miss him. As much as I was looking forward to seeing my family, I didn’t want to be there without him. But I knew it was way too soon for me to say that.
Giving me a soft, almost sad look, Robert told us, “We’ll miss you while you’re gone.”
“I’m only going to miss two days here,” Aiden reminded him. “Friday and Monday. Right, Daddy?”
Giving Robert a soft smile, my heart nearly burst out of my chest. Because in his words I heard what he had actually meant to say.
I’ll miss you.
“That’s right, bud. We’ll be gone for four days total, but just two days from the daycare because of the weekend.”
Four long, lonely days and nights.
Making sure Aiden was concentrating on dipping the last of his fries in his ketchup, I caught Robert’s eyes with mine.
I’ll miss you, too, I silently mouthed.
Chapter Eighteen
Jackson
Sneaking upstairs and away from the noise of the various conversations going on all at once in the living room of my parent’s house, I walked into the quiet of my old bedroom. From the window, I had a perfect view of the backyard, and could see Aiden running around, chasing his cousins. Or being chased by them? At first glance it looked like a good game of tag, but then my niece started doing some kind of weird hand signals, and now I wasn’t sure. She could have been telling all of them off, or spell casting, for all I knew. With Natalie it could go either way. She was like my older sister and not shy about voicing how she thought things should go.
We’d spent the last several hours with him opening his presents, stuffing ourselves on cake and ice cream, before the kids had headed out to run off their energy in the yard.
