Page 78 of Three Not-So-Little Words
More Surprises
Ronnie
Reaching over to the bed next to me, I feel for Drew. But all my fingertips grasp are cold sheets. I sit up and rub my eyes, trying to wake up so that I can go find him and squeeze in a round two…and maybe rounds three and four as well.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I have to blink them a couple of times to see if I’m hallucinating.
There is a small child standing in the doorway, staring at me. I’m wondering if this is like a creepy ghost kid from The Shining.
But then, it speaks. “Who are you?”
“Ronnie,” I answer. “Who are you?”
“Colton. Where’s my dad?”
Dad? No fucking way.
Realizing I’m still in lingerie, I pull the covers up and tightly clutch them under my chin.
“Drew!” I call. “Drew, I need you to come here. Right now!”
He comes running out of the bathroom. “Ronnie, what’s wrong?”
I point to the doorway. When he sees what I do, his eyes get big.
“Colton, bud, what are you doing home?”
“Grandma was sick and dropped me off. She tried calling you.”
He grabs his phone off the nightstand. “Yeah, I guess she did.”
Looking from me to the kid, he appears to be completely lost for words.
“Hey, how about I fix you a bowl of cereal and turn on some superheroes?”
Without waiting for a reply, he scoops the boy into his arms and walks out of the room. Meanwhile, I sit in complete shock until he comes back.
When he returns, he shuts the door behind him.
“Okay, please don’t freak out,” he begins.
“Why would I freak out? You have a kid–at least I’m assuming that’s your kid. That’s not important informationat all!” I cry.
“To be honest, I tried to tell you quite a few times.”
“Like when? I don’t remember any of those.”
“Remember all those times when I said I needed to tell you something, and you said you didn’t want to hear it because this whole thing was casual?”
That makes me pause for a moment. “While I may have said that, maybethiscould have been the exception. You had to know that this issue was going to come up eventually.”
“Okay, let’s not call my son anissue,alright? No matter how pissed you are at me.”
I nod. “Sorry.”
“Of course, I was going to tell you. Hell, when you showed up here last night, I was going to tell you, but we had sex. Then, I was going to tell you afterward, but you fell asleep.”
“So, this is my fault?” I ask.
