With the omelets on our plates and the bacon at their sides I grab the pot of coffee and turn around. Jumping in surprise I find Aaron leaning against the doorframe that leads back to the bedroom, a smile on his face.
“Finding you dancing in my kitchen in your underwear while cooking breakfast is a very pleasant surprise.” He smirks, knowing that this is definitely an out of the ordinary thing.
“I was hungry.” I shrug. “It is more for me than you, but I felt bad eating your food so I figured I better make you something too.”
“Always the smartass.” He chuckles, rounding the island and coming closer. He reaches out and takes the coffee pot and before pulling back he kisses my lips softly. “You should know that this is by far the best fucking morning in this house I’ve ever had since I moved in to this house.”
I knew what he was saying but I chose to remain quiet.
“Have you heard from your mom yet?” I ask, joining him as he pours us a cup of coffee in the mugs I’d already set out.
“Not yet.” I grab a piece of bacon and take a bite, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “So on a scale of one to ten how much will she hate me?”
Aaron glances over at me mid drink.
“Is she going to think I am this terrible hussy that has corrupted her son? Will I be the whore in the blue dress that offended her bff?”
He lowers his cup and turns his body to face mine.
“First off, don’t ever refer to yourself as a hussy or a whore. Second, she isn’t my mother’s bff, she is more like a nuisance.”
“But I thought your mom was all for you and Chelsea getting hitched and creating all kinds of grandbabies.”
“I did too, but we sorted that out.”
“Sorted what out?”
“The what I thought she wanted and what I want thing.”
“And?” I ask, trying my best not to sound too eager.
“She wants me happy,” he says, grinning. “And I’m happy,” he adds, kissing my jaw and I choose this moment to stop poking around for more. I knew more would only scare me and things have been good, why tip the boat.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Aaron
“Your mood seems better,”I say as Rory walks up carrying his tool bag, whistling in the process.
“Life is good,” he says with a chuckle. “Adley is carrying not one but two of my babies, we are planning a winter wedding, and I am getting laid like a horny teen on prom night.”
I knew about the babies, I was just waiting for him to share the news.
“Congratulations, man,” I say, offering him a congratulatory pat on the back.
“Feels different this time ya know.” His first son was the outcome of a drunk hookup. The kid is the best damn thing that came out of that night. The woman turned out to be a nutcase who made Rory’s life hell. Now he and Adley are raising Jayden together and about to expand their family.
“Feels different because this time you have a good woman by our side.”
“Yeah,” he says, his mind shifting off in the direction of some memory I’m sure. “Jayden is excited, hoping for brothers. Already planning all the shit he wants to do with them. I got Adley on one side looking through books and books of little girl stuff, and Jayden picking out camouflage everything. It feels good.”
I’m happy for him.
“Adley says things are going strong with you and Kendall.”
“Let’s not jinx it.” I hold up my hand to stop him. “Being with Kendall’s like walking on glass sometimes. I have all this shit I want to say, but instead I hold back for fear of spooking her. She’s constantly got one foot out the door or her keys in her hand.”
“So you remember Brantley’s friend back in the day, I think his name was Josh Strauss, or Strahl?”
