I was trying to figure out a way to make it backfire, but of course, Micah did it for me. "Are you talking about sex, Mom?"
"Well," Moira began, and I could see her regret.
Micah turned to Jace and me. “Are you having sex?"
Alright, so it blew up in everyone's face.
"We'll take him," I said with a sigh as Moira and Jace both made pained noises. God, if it hadn't involved me, it would have been funny. "Go meet the potential in-laws."
"You shut your mouth," she said with a warning finger. "I'll find you two later."
"We await with bated breath," I said, then looked down at Micah. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," he said, looking irritated that no one would answer his questions, but experienced enough to know that his questions sometimes just went unanswered. "Let's go, bye Mom!"
"Bye, Micah, love you."
"Love you too."
And like mother, like son, they both marched off in separate directions, intent on where they were going. I glanced at Jace, and I could see by his bemused expression as he glanced between them that he was probably thinking something similar.
"So...figuring things out?" I asked, bringing his attention back to me.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, smiling at me. "Figuring things out...together."
"Alright, let's see how much of a mess we can make."
"Maybe after we shower."
I blinked at the dirty joke and then laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and following Micah, who had started whistling a tune that could have come from a video game or music from the 1920s.
"There might be hope for you yet," I told him. And maybe hope for us thrown in there too.
EPILOGUE
Three Years Later
"I swear to God, if you don't fucking quit," I snarled at Mason as he tested my patience for the millionth time that week.
"Wow, it's impressive how pissed you get over the stupidest things," he remarked, absolutely not helping and not giving me what I wanted.
"I will end you, I swear to God, Mason."
"Ooh, such a big threat from a man who isn't going to follow through on it."
"Don't test me."
"Mmm, but I think I will."
"That's it," I growled, launching myself over the table and bringing him to the ground with a slam that jarred him.
The laughter on his face didn't die, but there was a new spark in his eyes as he prevented me from getting hold of him, arching up. The flexible dickhead wrapped his legs around me and rolled us to the side. He was no less gentle than me, slamming me to the ground, into the side of the couch, and sending a pain through my elbow. Not that it stopped me from shoving his legs down so they couldn't keep their grip, reaching to grab his arms, and use them to try to swing him onto his back.
He went, and hard at that, but his grin returned as his hands shoved at his shorts. Our lazy day in lazy clothes had just become more active, and now his dick was out, slapping against his stomach because lazy clothes meant no underwear in the world of Mason Beckett.
Not that I was going to complain. I followed him down, wrapping my hand around his shaft and feeling a thrill when he arched into my touch with a groan. My frustration with him quickly found a new outlet as I watched him. Bending forward, I released him long enough to shove my pants down, using my elbow to stay upright as I kissed him. He was, of course, already riled up from constantly pissing me off, so he nipped at my bottom lip with a low groan that was just shy of a growl, knowing if I wasn't hard already, I was going to be quickly.
It didn't matter what roof we were staying under. If we could help it, there was going to be lube nearby because...well. I snatched the bottle off the table, and when I reached down to quickly and roughly prepare him, I stopped when I felt something in the way.
