Page 39 of Three Not-So-Little Words
She takes another sip of her steaming tea. “Speaking of breaks, how was your weekend?”
“Pretty good. Didn’t get as much done as I wanted, but that’s alright.”
“Oh, yeah? What did you end up doing?”
Images of Ronnie flash through my mind like a sped-up dirty movie. Her sucking my cock. Me eating her pussy and fucking her doggy. Every single thing pops into my mind, and honestly, I don’t think they’re going anywhere any time soon.
But I don’t want Sandy to suspect any of that. It’s probably not a great look that I was out hooking up on my first weekend without Colton.
Trying to act normal, I reply, “My new boss was getting married, so I went to his wedding.”
The look she gives me tells me that I’m not a very good actor, but she doesn’t press me on it. All she says is, “Sounds fun.”
We both get quiet for a minute before I feel the need to say something. Something I have been wanting to say for a while.
“Sandy,” I begin.
She looks into my eyes, waiting for me to continue.
“I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you.”
“For what?”
“For always treating me so well even after Natalie and I broke up.”
She pushes a strand of her dark blonde hair behind her ear—the same color hair her daughter had. “Drew, I knew you and Natalie didn’t stop loving each other, but you being a couple didn’t really work. I always appreciated that you continued to treat her well even after you decided to be nothing more than friends.”
My eyes fall to the table. “I probably should have been more involved those last couple of years.”
She points her finger at me again. “Don’t do that. It’s not going to do anybody any good to dwell on the past. All you can do is try to give that little boy the best life that you can. That’s all Natalie ever wanted.”
She’s right. Nat loved Colton more than anything in the world. Being his mom was her number one priority.
As if his little ears were burning, Colton comes running out of his bedroom.
“Hey, bud,” I greet. “Are you hungry?” I set him up on the counter.
“No, My belly hurts.”
Sandy chuckles. “I’m not surprised. The boy has been a bottomless pit all weekend.”
I tousle his hair. “I’m sure you’ll feel better after your bath.”
Sandy stands up. “That’s my cue.”
“You don’t have to rush off,” I tell her.
“That’s alright. I think I’m ready for an early bedtime.”
I set Colton down so that he can go give her a hug goodbye. I walk her to the door, and she pats me on the shoulder.
“I’ll see you on Friday.”
After I shut the door behind her, I spend the next few minutes getting Colton in the tub.
While he’s playing, I ask, “Are you ready to start your new school tomorrow?”
He doesn’t look at me but just keeps swirling his toys around the water.
