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It was also clear to see that he was a momma’s boy, but rather than being creepy as all hell, it was sweet. Caring. It showed another side to the man. Never did I think I’d meet his mother, and within seconds, he’d be hauled down the hallway by his ear! Talk about a baptism by fire.
"I was supposed to send you to your father when you arrived," Lena said after a short while.
"Is he in the office?" Aidan asked lazily, no rush in his voice.
"No. He’s sniffing around that present you sent him."
Any laziness disappeared and he straightened up. "Sniffing around it?"
Lena shrugged. "They all are."
"Shit." Tension throbbed through him, and I reached over and patted his good knee.
"You go and sort that out, yeah?"
He shot me a glance, and as our eyes collided, the heat in his was at war with the ice. The heat was for me, the ice for what was about to happen. "Are you sure?"
"I won’t clip her around the ear," Lena crooned, but that wasn’t much of a consolation, was it?
A laugh escaped me though, because the tension that had Aidan sitting straight up seconds before was nothing to now. He shot his mother a glower that would have disintegrated a lesser person into dust, before he snapped, "No, Ma. Watch it. Don’t even tease."
"How else am I supposed to get my fun?" she retorted with a huff.
"How about you don’t terrify the mother of your grandchild?"
I froze, then elbowed Aidan in the side. "What the hell?"
He ignored me. "Give her some respect!"
Mouth dry, I rumbled, "I think we’ve gotten our wires—"
"She’s pregnant?"
"She has a name!" Aidan countered.
I heaved a sigh. "I’m not pregnant."
"We don’t know that."
Uh, yeah. We did.
I frowned at him, wondering what the hell his game was, then, of course, I recognized that if a woman could get pregnant by a look alone, it’d just happened.
I had no idea what he was doing, none whatsoever, but he’d apparently decided the way to get his mom on side was to lie to her.
Christ.
The last thing we needed today was a birth by immaculate conception. I was quite happy leaving that to the Virgin Mary.
As he leaned into me and pressed a kiss to my cheek, I muttered, "Thought you were Catholic.Thou shalt not lie."
He snorted, and didn’t reply, but turned to his mom and said, "You need to look out for her."
Lena was glaring at him, not me again. "Did you get married the way Brennan did?"
"No."
"Why not? If she’s pregnant, your father will go mad."
