Page 74 of My Song for You
Jared
This time when I woke up from a dream about fucking Callie, she really was with me. No waking up to an empty bed in my apartment.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even. Her shiny copper hair framed her face like a flame, but at the same time, it gave her a sweet, innocent aura. My already hard cock hardened some more.
Her dark eyelashes fanned against the faint half circles under her eyes. She’d had them since the first time I bumped into her a few weeks ago, but they were more noticeable without her makeup on. She was exhausted, and it wasn’t hard to guess why. Her entire life revolved around my son: the unsatisfying job that let her get home early to be with him, the online courses she worked on in the evenings so she could eventually give him a better future, the freelance design jobs she did to earn more income. No wonder she was so tired and didn’t have time for her art.
A small sound came from Logan’s room. Careful not to wake Callie, I slipped out from under the covers, quickly dressed, and closed the door behind me. It clicked shut, the sound quiet enough not to wake her. It was only six-thirty, and Callie didn’t have to work today.
Logan was playing with Legos, his new stuffed puppy next to him on the floor. At my movement, he looked up.
“What are you doing?” I signed, even though it was obvious what he was doing.
He signed his reply, but the gestures were well beyond my simple ASL skills. The only part I understood was when he spelled out “Lego” with his fingers.
“I help you?” I signed back. He nodded, and I reattached his audio processor.
We spent the next fifteen minutes creating some unique-looking vehicles. General Motors had nothing on us.
I signed to Logan, “Are you hungry?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to go for a drive and get some breakfast? Just you and me while Mommy sleeps?”
I left Callie a note on the floor in front of Logan’s door, sent my sister a text, and grabbed my car keys and wallet. Then we headed to my favorite place for pancakes—the Pancake Cafe.
We arrived well before the usual Saturday morning crowd. The hostess seated us next to the window, giving us a not-so-scenic view of the side street. Luckily Logan wasn’t fussy about that. He was too busy studying the pictures on the menu.
I pointed to the kid-friendly selection, with the photo of a small stack of pancakes with sliced strawberries and bananas, whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles. “These are really good. So are the ones with blueberries. And these are great too.” I indicated the ones that looked as if chocolate had exploded all over the pancakes and whipped cream.
The waitress returned. Logan and I ordered the chocolate explosion pancakes. Logan also asked for chocolate milk. I ordered coffee.
While we waited, Logan colored the giraffe on the paper place mat with a red crayon. I worked on the elephant with the blue crayon. By the time we were finished, it would be a freaking masterpiece, even if we only had the three primary colors to work with.
“What’s this?” Kristen said, approaching the table.
I startled. I’d been so involved in coloring the picture with Logan, I hadn’t paid attention to anyone else in the restaurant. The clatter of dishes and customer chatter had faded into the background.
With Emma in her arm, my sister grinned at me. “My little bro up at the crack of dawn? Will miracles ever cease?”
I waved at my niece. She made a cute sound that I translated as “Hi, Uncle Jared!”
“You’re a real comedian, sis. Besides it isn’tthatearly.”
“It’s seven-thirty Saturday morning. For you, that’s early.”
She had a point. For the pre-Logan me, seven-thirty on a Saturday morning had been pretty much unheard of. “Logan, do you remember Emma and Auntie Kristen?” The word “auntie” slipped out before I could stop it. I held my breath, waiting to see if he caught the mistake.
“Hi,” he said brightly, waved at his cousin, who returned the wave, and went back to coloring the giraffe.
Kristen sat opposite us with Emma on her lap. The toddler leaned forward and grabbed the fork in front of her.
“Where’s Callie?” my sister asked.
“She’s at her apartment. It’s just me and Logan for breakfast.”
“So what’s going on with you two? You finally dating or something?”
