Underestimated Too(93)
“No, I was shredding them. He was learning how to increase his margins.”
“You were not, were you? You were thinking about what a pretty waterfall you could paint on the paper, weren’t you, buddy?” I asked, kissing his little cheeks as his fingers went straight for my earrings and Drew’s hand stung my ass.
“He was not thinking about painting waterfalls. He’s going to be a business man. No son of mine is going to paint waterfalls,” Drew assured me, being extremely serious.
“How about our little girl? Can she paint?”
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Heavens no, Nicky just turned one. I just meant if we ever have a little girl.”
“Do you want to have a little girl?”
“Maybe when Nicholas is like three or so. I’m not ready to be fat and pregnant again.”
“You were never fat. You were a beautiful momma to be.”
“Let’s just practice for a couple years.”
“Mmm? I don’t know. I’m thinking I would like Nicholas to have a sibling to grow up with. If we had another boy they could be like two years apart.”
“Forget it, Drew. We’re not having another baby right now.”
“Why? You love Alicia’s baby.”
“Why do you always call her Alicia’s baby? She’s Celeste’s baby too, and she does have a name.”
“You’re just trying to change the subject.”
“Drew, stop. We’re not having a baby right now.” Damn it. He wasn’t doing this right now. I didn’t want another baby yet. Nicholas was still a baby. I would put my foot down if he insisted on this.
“We’ll discuss it later.”
“No, Drew, there is nothing to discuss. We’ll talk about it in another year or so.”
“We’ll talk about it when I say we’ll talk about it. Get out of here, Celeste just pulled up,” Drew ordered, kissing and dismissing me to leave him alone. I wouldn’t do it. There were just some things he couldn’t control.
***
“Morgan, would you like to start where Drew left off last week?” Deidra asked after getting me coffee and Drew a drink.
“I’d rather Drew do it. He tells it much better than I do.”
“But your feelings are going to be different if you tell it from your side.”
“I know. If there’s something I think needs a different explanation, I’ll interject.”
“You were describing the months after Morgan’s return,” Deidra nodded to Drew to begin.
“Morgan continued to fight her demons while I continued to do the same,” Drew began. “I wondered if it was the reason we clicked. Maybe it was the dark places we both came from. Maybe it didn’t matter that she didn’t remember. She knew. She knew something and the more she questioned it the more I begged her not to remember. I had confessed without confessing.
We were so in love and the more time we put behind us the more we fell, the harder we fell. She felt the same way. I knew she did.” Drew was looking to me as he spoke.
I didn’t need to interrupt. Drew was absolutely right.
“She couldn’t keep her hands off me anymore than I could her. Everything was perfect. For the first time since I’d met her, I didn’t care that she conversed with Callaway. I liked it actually, I loved to listen to her talk about art, books, and composers that I’d never heard of. I often wondered how she knew all that she knew. I guess the books that she read. Lord knows it wasn’t from the kinky stuff I kept loaded on her e-reader for her.”
I smiled, remembering the first time I had to read those damn things, especially when he’d make me read them out loud. I hated when he’d call me and tell me to read to him, knowing he was watching and listening to me. I hadn’t realized I snorted at my last internal thought.
“Something funny?” Drew asked, turning to me.
“No, I just thought about something that I used to think when you made me read the books you downloaded for me.”
“What?” Drew urged.
“I used to picture you in another state, watching and listening to me read while you jerked off,” I teased. Hey, he didn’t mind putting it all out there, why should I?
“That’s exactly what I was doing,” he admitted with a sneaky grin.
I shook my head with a smile, knowing he was telling the truth and feeling a quick twinge, thinking about Drew’s hand stroking his massive rod.
“There’s nothing you can say that could embarrass me,” Drew tormented.
“Really? Not even when I say how much I love watching that? Especially when I walk into the bathroom and catch you doing it in the shower, all alone,” I said in some sort of messed up seductive tone. Where the hell did that come from? Drew of course didn’t falter.