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“I liked your father better when he drank, and I liked you better when you were a young boy.” She pursed her lips.
Rolling my eyes back in my head, I motioned to the food. “I’m hungry, so if you don’t mind.”
“I’ll have the gifts taken to your apartment. Victoria can open them there and note what she wants on the thank-you notes.” She shook her head. “You know you need to get a bigger place.”
“As long as it’s my dime paying the bills, I’ll decide what we have, mother.” I pushed her aside and walked over to the head table, taking a seat between Dexter and Pete.
“You want my mom?” I reached for the glass of water.
“Hell no.” Pete laughed. “She’s friends with my mom. Why would I want more?”
“I like my mom.” Dexter shrugged and smiled.
Rebecca Noffsinger was a server for this event and when she came over to refill glasses, looking at Pete made her mess up.
“I am so sorry.” She hurried to clean up the spill.
“Hey, Becca? You know Miranda Walker, right?” I held my glass out for a refill.
“Yeah, I’m sad she moved away.” She filled my glass.
I took it back and frowned. “She moved?”
“Yep.” She gave a little finger wave as she walked away, and Pete let out a low whistle.
“She has a beautiful ass.”
Miranda moved.
“You okay, man?” Dexter bumped my shoulder. “You look like someone killed your dog.”
I chuffed. “You know that moment when you realize the one you want slipped away?”
Ethan handed me a drink. “That moment sucks.”
Henry
2 years later
Even though it was cold out, I was sweating my ass off, carrying things from the moving truck into the new house.
Victoria had Dillon back at our apartment. It kept my little man from being underfoot and kept me from fighting with her.
Every time I went inside, I looked at the divorce papers sitting on the table.
Marrying because you have a child was the dumbest thing anyone could do. The sheer anger I carried around at her parents and my mom grew every day.
My dad made sure the divorce was fair. I would pay her a “maintenance” every month and I would take the kid.
I went into the kitchen and got out a bottle of water, guzzling it down. The back wall of the kitchen had a sliding glass door and huge windows on either side. The backyard was perfect for a growing boy.
His play yard was in place, complete with a sandbox. Lined up against the house were his power wheels and ride on toys.
Tomorrow, he and I would officially move into this house and start our lives in peace.
Opening the door, I stepped outside onto the patio and looked to the east of my place. I could just make out the old blue barn where Miranda used to live.
Thoughts of her were never far from my mind. Hell, I could still remember what kissing her felt like.
