“I’d hate me,” she mumbled to his shoulder.
I looked to Mickey just as he said, “Come here, Pippa.”
She shrunk back but didn’t get far when Lawr moved his arm from around her shoulders to put his hand in the small of her back. He gave her a light push and she crept Mickey’s way.
When she got close, Mickey leaned her way, grabbed her hand and pulled her closer before he wrapped his arms around her loosely.
I held my breath as my daughter tensed in his hold.
Mickey bent his head and said quietly to the top of hers, “You got it extreme last night. You took it. You had the guts to apologize. That was big. It was appreciated. I appreciated it. My girl appreciated it. And once someone apologizes, no other move you got except to move on. You hold bad feelings, that makes you the bad guy. It’s over, darlin’. If it stays over at school, then it’s totally over. Let it go. Yeah?”
She relaxed in his arms somewhat and tipped her head back. “Is Ash gonna let it go?”
“Not gonna let my girl turn into the bad guy.” He gave her a grin. “We didn’t all have the greatest start. But one thing about that, it can’t get worse.”
Her eyes got wide with surprise and she let out a stifled giggle.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he said gently.
She nodded. “Okay, Mickey.”
“Now give me a hug and tell your mother what you want for breakfast.”
She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a quick squeeze. If I saw it correctly, he gave her a quick squeeze back. Then they separated and she looked to me.
“Cheesy eggs, Mom,” she ordered but added, “I’ll help.”
“Thanks, kiddo,” I replied, smiling at her, again walking on air wondering if anyone could see the cloud of love I had for the four people around me at my feet lifting me up. “Grab the eggs from the fridge.”
“You gotta stay for cheesy eggs, Mickey,” Auden invited. “They’re more cheese then eggs.”
“Sounds like somethin’ I can’t miss,” Mickey replied, glancing at his watch.
“If you’ve gotta go, honey, then I’ll make them some other time when you’re with us,” I offered.
He looked to me, sliding his eyes to Auden then to Pip, who was coming out of the fridge with eggs and milk, and finally back to me.
“Got time for eggs, Amy.”
He had to go.
But he was staying because my kids were worried that he didn’t like them and he wanted them to know it was all good.
I wanted to declare my love for him again right then and there.
I had to do it with a look.
Mickey gave me that look back.
“Mom, you want me to grate the cheese?” Pip asked.
I tore my attention from my guy and gave it to my daughter. “Yeah, Pippa.”
She dashed back to the fridge, and I was going to go for a bowl when I caught sight of Lawrie now studying Mickey who was sipping his coffee.
He didn’t look proud.
He looked like he approved.
As he would do.
Mickey was the greatest.
This still made me happy.
* * * * *
I sat at a table by the window at The Lobster Market.
Not the table I shared with Mickey, one closer to the front door.
I was sipping iced tea when Conrad, fifteen minutes late, walked in.
I watched his eyes move around the room until they found me and he came my way.
He was in work clothes, a very nice, very expensive suit that had not been tailored for him but made for him. His hair was trim and kept in place with minimal product. It was a style that suited him. He looked like a very successful businessman who used his money to take care of himself.
Or he looked like a talented neurosurgeon who did the same.
Studying him, it didn’t surprise me I no longer found him the least bit attractive. Harkening back, I tried to figure out how I ever did. This made me think about him coming outside during that ball.
The prince meeting his future princess, it had seemed to me at the time.
But he was a toad.
It just took me years of kissing him to find that out.
Continuing to regard him as he came to me, I didn’t take my eyes from him as he stopped at our table.
“Amelia,” he greeted.
“Conrad,” I replied.
He took his seat.
The Lobster Market was my idea. Not that I wanted to pollute my memory of being there with Mickey. Nothing would pollute that. But my ex-husband was not going to take me to some diner to have a chat, which was likely to be something I would not enjoy, and get away with an inexpensive diner bill.
He was going to buy me lobster.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he muttered, his attention on putting his napkin on his lap. “Consultation ran long.”
I was used to that from our marriage. However, there was a high likelihood that many of those consultations running long were times he was fucking nurses.