Right now though, I need to praise my little boy. I pick him up, running pepper kisses all over his chubby, little cheeks, all the while telling him how proud I am of him. I can’t wait to tell Aidan. He’s going to be bummed he missed it. Well, I technically did too, because I had my mind in the dirtiest part of the damn gutter, but I was here and he wasn’t.
“I wonder who that could be.” I push up from the floor when the doorbell rings and cradle Diesel in my arms, my legs cramping the minute I stand up straight. We must have been playing on the floor for two hours. They say time slips away from you when it comes to your children. Hell, I’m realizing this to be true.
“Geez, is there a party here I forgot about?” I open the door to Roan, Alina, Calla, and Cain.
“Welcome home.” Calla pulls me in for a hug and immediately takes the baby from my arms.
“Come on in.” I gesture with my hands, but hell, they’re already making themselves at home by the time I have the door shut.
“She’s beautiful, you guys,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Cain and Calla’s little girl, who I saw earlier.
“We came to welcome you back as well as let these two get to know each other.” Calla points down to the floor where both of the babies are now on their stomachs just staring at each other.
“Holy shit, he’s a mini Aidan,” Cain barks out.
“He sure is.” We all turn around to Aidan walking in the door like he owns the place. Christ almighty. He’s changed his clothes. First thing on my shopping list is to buy one of those little mini spritzer fans you carry around with you, because if he’s going to wear a white wife beater tank that’s stretched damn tight across his solid chest, then this bitch is going to be in heat twenty-four hours of the day. Which reminds me, I will need to be buying more batteries for my bob-ette on top of some kind of gag to stick in my mouth from screaming his fucking name when I come.
For a moment I become dizzy from gawking at his massive chest right along with those abs that are defined and protruding like the incredible hulk he is. My reflexes instantly reach out to steady my weak, wobbly legs.
By the time I reach those pulse-pounding eyes of his, the prick has a smirk on his face. He knows I’m clenching my damn thighs together. I scrunch up my nose, which causes the jerkface to chuckle. Damn it and damn him. Why couldn’t my baby daddy be some loser? Like a deadbeat dad, who has twenty kids scattered around and doesn’t give a shit. UGH.
“Would anyone like a drink?” I smile tightly at Aidan, then spin to greet my now unwelcome guests. They’re unwelcome because I need to rush my ass to the bathroom and change my god darn panties. I may as well never wear a pair of them again.
There went my plan from a few hours ago about keeping my head on straight and only wanting to parent with Aidan. That shit is never going to happen.
“Nah. Alina and I have to get going. Dude, you moving in or what?” Roan approaches Aidan while I think, To hell with these guys, I’m having a drink. Walking the long way around the couch to avoid the hot male scent of Aidan, I approach the kitchen, place my hands on the counter, and take a deep, well-needed breath.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” I can’t help but laugh, then lift my head to look into the eyes of my best friend.
“I agreed to let him stay here. That’s what’s wrong.” Alina lets out a deep sigh, sensing what’s coming next. I brace myself for her talk.
“I’m proud of you for letting him stay here. I’m sure it won’t be easy. Just keep telling yourself it’s for your son.” My mind knows it’s for my son, but my body sure as shit doesn’t, and herein lies the problem. I’m lonely, desperate to be touched by a man and not just any man, but by Aidan, and that shit scares the living hell out of me. I push back from the counter and tell her that in a quiet whisper, and what does the little bitch do? She laughs.
“This is not funny, goddamn it,” I snap.
“Oh, but Deidre, it so is. I remember a conversation similar to this not so long ago… now, wait for it. It went something like ‘my pussy being a bank vault and frozen.’” She waves her hand in my face then stifles her laugh with her hand over her mouth.
“Oh no, you don’t. You will not throw my words in my face,” I say a little too loudly.
“I would never do such a thing,” she leans in as if she has to tell me a secret. “Just so you know, my pussy is like one of those twenty-four hour bank ATM machines.”
“You are such a slutty, little bitch. Now, come here.” I pull her in for a hug.