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I had actually woken up refreshed. “Hungry.” It had been hours since I had eaten anything. Waking me up with food was a good idea.
I unwrapped the burrito and gave it a sniff. “I like sushi, and I like burritos, but I don’t know if I will like them together.” It smelled like a burrito but was sealed up to where I couldn’t smell or see what was inside.
“Try it before you tell me you don’t like it,” he suggested.
“You sound like my dad,” I grumbled. I picked off a piece of the tortilla.
Mace glanced at me and chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?”
“I can’t say it, babe. I’ll sound like a dick.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Now I need to know even more that you are laughing at.”
“It’s nothing.”
“I’m not eating this until you tell me what you are laughing at. And just so you know, I am starving, so the hungrier I get, the feistier I will get.”
“By feisty, do you mean bitchy?”
“Keep your joke from me, and you’ll find out.”
“Fine,” he chuckled. “But I did warn you, so you can’t get pissed off at me.”
I wiggled my fingers at him. “Bring it on.”
“You told me I was acting like your dad, and I was going to say neither of us would know what that was actually like.”
“Mace,” I groaned. “That is not right.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Though it’s pretty accurate.” I took a bite of my burrito and was pleasantly surprised. “This is good.”
Mace glared at me. “I know.”
“And my therapist would tell you that your jokes about our absent parents is a coping mechanism.”
“There is no coping to it, babe. I know my parents were shit, and I joke about it. End of story.”
“You joke about it because it still hurts.”
He bent over and grabbed a bottle of water. “Yeah, that shit hurts, babe, but there isn’t a damn thing I can do to fix it. I’ve accepted it, and I make the occasional joke about it at my expense.” He took a drink and screwed the cap back on. “And we don’t need to talk about my parent issues.”
“Is that so?” I laughed.
“Yeah. What we need to do is talk about your grandma and mom.”
I rolled my eyes and took a huge bite. “Ee cent tek ma muf.”
Mace tipped his head to the side. “I can wait until your mouth isn’t full, babe.”
I chewed thoughtfully. I raised my hands to take another bite, but Mace grabbed my hand. “Hey,” I protested. “I’m hangry.”
“You had a bite, and you can have more after we talk about your grandma for a second.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped my hands. “They both are jerks. My mom even more so now because I didn’t know my grandma fought for me when I was little. I always just figured my mom was a bitch because my grandma was a bitch to her growing up.”
“So you believe her?”
I shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense. I do remember my grandma coming around when I was really young, and she was nice to me most of the time. When I got older, she did come around, but it was less and less.”
