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I look at Drew who is smiling at me.
We spend the rest of our meal discussing the various high points of the happiest place on Earth. I see what Dylan was talking about. Colton is definitely less needy than a baby. He’s just a small human.
As I look at him, I see how much he looks like Drew. Even more interesting than that, I seehowhe looks at Drew. I can tell that Drew is his son’s entire world…and vice versa.
It’s odd for me to see a man care about something so much. Most of the men I keep company with only care aboutonething. Okay, I’m sure in fact, they do care about more, but I don’t get close enough to find out.
When we are finished eating, Drew stands up and starts clearing the table, so I decide to help.
He tells Colton, “Hey, buddy, why don’t you go play in your room for a few minutes before bathtime?”
“Okay,” the kid replies before taking off like a bullet.
Drew pulls me close again. “I think he likes you.”
I fake confidence. “Who wouldn’t? I’m a fucking delight.”
He smiles and kisses me. “I sure think so. Do you want to hang out for a while?”
“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll let you two do your thing.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “Are you sure? We can have some alone time later.”
“I’m sure. I don’t want to overwhelm Colton by being the lady that’s constantly around. We’ll start slow…for everyone’s sake.”
He nods as if finally catching on that I may need to decompress a little.
“Okay, beautiful.”
“Why don’t you call me when you get Colton to bed?”
“You got it. Are we still on for this weekend?”
I smile. “Definitely.”
thirty-one
Bubble Baths and Phone Calls
Ronnie
It’s been a couple of days since I had dinner with Colton and Drew. More importantly, it’s only one more day until Drew and I get some alone time.
While the other night went well, I meant what I said about not wanting to push it. I don’t want Colton to think I’m trying to take his dad away from him or that I’m trying to take his mom’s place.
Plus, I don’t want to break out in hives due to anxiety or stress.
Slow is better.
Drew and I have still been texting throughout the day, though, and talking on the phone every night. We talk about our days and slowly get to know each other a little more. Then, we usually have a little dirty talk, and sometimes, we finish with a happy ending.
It’s fun, but I’m craving the real thing. I just have to make it through until tomorrow.
This evening, I’ve spent the majority of my time cleaning. Scrubbing my toilets and shower isn’t glamorous, but I love it when it’s done. After my house is nice and pretty, I opt for a bubble bath. I light a couple of candles and turn on some music before sinking into the hot water.
Just as I’m leaning back and getting comfortable, my phone chimes with a text. I dry my hand on a towel so that I can pick it up and read what it says.
Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?
