“Youdidn’t want to leave, and after twenty-six fucking hours of labor, I finally hadmy boy and he was already a literal pain in my ass,” she snickered, remindingme for the thousandth time that she broke her tailbone while giving birth tome.
“Stillsorry about that,” I pouted.
“Youlived with me for a little over eighteen years before you moved out, and Ispent that time, and all this time after, learning everything there is to knowabout you.” She raised a finger, poking the center of my chest. “You can’t hidea damn thing from me. Remember that.”
“I’mnot hiding anything,” I quirked my lips.
“Okay,then you’ll admit that you have feelings for Tabby.”
Ilifted my arms off the counter and huffed at the accusation. “If you mean we’refriends, then sure.”
“Well,I already know you’re friends, but that’s not what I meant.” She poked my chestagain. “Youlikeher.”
Mimicking,I poked her forehead. “Not like that,” I smirked, emphasizing every word withanother poke between her brows.
Narrowingher eyes and shaking her head, she pressed her lips into a firm line andbrushed my finger away. “You can deny it all you want, Bastian. Just don’tforget that I know you better than you know yourself, and I know I’ve neverseen you like this before. Not even during your Christina Aguilera phase.”
“Thatwasn’t a phase, Mom. I still beat it to Christina Aguilera.” It was almost thetruth, aside from the fact that I hadn’t jerked off to anything but memories ofTabby since our first time together.
Shesmacked my arm. “Don’t be disgusting.”
Ishrugged. “Just being honest.”
“Well,if you’re in the mood to be honest, then why not admit that you like her?”
“Fine,”I practically sneered, not entirely sure of why I was suddenly getting sodefensive. “If I’m being honest, then how about this? Ireallylike sexwith her. That’s fucking great.”
Mompinched her lips and shook her head. “You know I didn’t need to hear that.”
Guiltstruck my gut. I dropped my head, staring at the floor. “No, probably not.Sorry.”
Witha disgruntled sigh, she waved an arm in the air. “Whatever. You’re adults. It’snone of my business. I just hope nobody ends up hurt in that situation.”
Metoo.
***
“So,then,” I told Greyson, as we pulled up to the curb outside of Jane’s house, “I’mcoming out of the bathroom stall, right, and there’s Grohl at the fuckingurinal. And all I could think was, my fuckinggodis taking a piss rightafter I just took a shit. Most embarrassing moment of my fucking life.”
“Getthe fuck out of here,” Greyson laughed, staring at me with wonderment. “Whatdid you do?”
“Whatdid Ido? Kid, I didn’t doanything. I just went to wash myhands, hoping to Christ I’d just disappear.”
“That’sfucking crazy, D—” My heart stopped as he caught himself. Was he going to callme Dad? God, I wanted him to call me Dad. More than anything. “Did he sayanything?”
“Yeah,actually. He said, ‘Hey, you’re Sebastian Moore, right?’ and that on its own wasenough to make me piss myself. But then he had to go ahead and say, ‘You shouldtry this shit you spray into the bowl before you take a dump. It helps a lot.’”I bubbled with laughter at the memory.
“You’rekidding me!” Greyson exclaimed, continuing to laugh.
“Noteven a little bit,” I insisted with a shake of my head. “Hell, Iwish.You don’t want your god talking to you about bathroom etiquette, trust me.”
Witha puff of my cheeks and a long-winded sigh, I eyed the house, knowing Tabby wasbehind those walls. It felt like I hadn’t seen her in months, when it wasreally only a couple of weeks. Would I be able to control myself?
“Ready,kid?” I asked, smacking my hand against his thigh before getting out of thecar.
Thetwo of us walked through the wrought iron fence and up the porch steps, andbefore I could ring the doorbell, Jane threw the door open. With Sandy clutchedto her chest, and whispered, “He’s here.”
“Who?”Greyson asked.
