I dip my chin. “Yeah. What do you want to know?”
“Well, um, are you…”
I place my big hand palm down on the tabletop, sliding it closer to her side. “Brian’s mom, Elaine, lives in Mexico with her husband. Has for a few years now.”
I watch the tight expression on her face loosen. “Okay.”
Not wanting to make her ask, I tell her the rest. “We knew some of the same friends, got drunk a few times, got together a few times, and Brian was a result.” My shoulder shrugs. “We knew enough about each other to know that we’d never make a good couple, so we never even tried. She told me she wanted to keep the baby, I told her if she did that I wanted to be a part of his life, so we made it work.”
“Huh,” Maddie tilts her head, “that actually sounds really mature.”
That makes me smile, “Well I was 32, and should’ve known better than to fuck around without protection. But I can’t say I regret it.”
Maddie’s cheeks start to redden and I realize that I was the same age she is now.
And when she looks away, I remember theprotectionwe used last night.
I tap my pointer finger against the wood, “Speaking of, I believe you were going to explain the Pineapple condoms.”
She groans and drops her face into her hands, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”
I laugh, “Fat chance.”
Her hands drag down her cheeks and she peeks up at me, “It was a panic purchase.”
I lift a brow, “You panic purchased condoms?”
“No, not exactly. I panicked and purchasedTropical Flavorcondoms.” When I smirk, she sighs, “I was standing in front of the, uh, selection, and I heard someone coming.” I snicker, because I’m 12, and she rolls her eyes. “I just grabbed the first box I could reach.”
I laugh, “Hey, I’m not complaining. It was better than climbing out of bed to fetch the one I brought.”
That perks her up, “You brought one?”
I nod, “I certainly did.”
“So, you were… planning to…?”
She can’t finish the question, so I do it for her. “Fuck you? Yes, I was planning on that.”
Her cheeks flame even hotter, “Just once?”
I push my chair back. “No Maddie, not just once.”
Her eyes widen and I remember my promise to leave her poor pussy alone until tonight.
“Finish your breakfast and tell me where your phone is.”
Maddie glances over towards her bedroom, “It should be on my nightstand.”
Leaving her to her food, I carry my plate to the sink and head into her bedroom.
A minute later, with her phone in hand, I storm back into the kitchen where Maddie’s placing the plates into the dishwasher.
“Why’s your phone dead?”
Her shoulders sag. “Oh, crap! I must’ve forgotten to plug it in again.”
“Again?”