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“Whatever’s cooking, I’m in love with,” she called. “Goddamn, that smells great.”
She laid back against Aiden’s pillow and closed her eyes, content. Last night, they’d woken in the middle of the night and had another round of fun. This morning, she ached in places she never knew she had.
Looking around, she noted that his room changed a lot since their teen years. Gone were the track medals, school awards, and band posters. His navy blue covers and gray walls seemed bare compared to what they once held. A bookshelf sat in the corner, lined with what she thought might be cookbooks.
A framed selfie of Bex and Aiden grinning at the camera from a decade ago peered at her from his bedside table, the only picture in the room. She smiled when she saw that old photo.
Right as she was about to get up, she heard Aiden’s footsteps in the hallway.
He entered the room, wearing only his boxers and carrying a plate of food and a glass of orange juice.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.
“Good morning.”
He crossed the room and set the food — which smelled amazing — on the bedside table, then he leaned in and kissed her — a firm, confident kiss that left her wanting more.
He pulled back and smiled. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Bex’s stomach grumbled a response.
“Does that count as an answer?” she laughed.
Aiden climbed into the bed and cozied up beside her. He picked up the plate, which he’d lined with scrambled eggs, bacon, and warmed apple pie.
He speared some pie with the fork and offered it to her. “We never got to dessert last night. Luckily, pie makes my top five for breakfast.”
She took the bite and chewed. Aiden’s apple pie was melt-in-her-mouth delicious, especially warmed. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“You’re going to give me a food-gasm, I swear,” she said.
He laughed. “Goals.”
“If pie makes your top five, what are your other four?”
He offered another bite and she took it.
“Biscuits and gravy will always be number one. Then bacon, french toast, pancakes, and pie.”
“I have to say, I love your list.”
“I know, right? Perfect list.” He winked at her and ate a bite of pie. “Mmm. Damn, I am good.”
Bex laughed and Aiden grinned.
“You really should open a restaurant. Your food is fantastic,” she said.
“Maybe someday.” He offered a sad smile, then he brightened and grinned. “In the meantime, I’ll cook for you.”
“I won’t argue with that.”
They snuggled, lying in Aiden’s bed, and took their time finishing breakfast together. He turned away to set the empty plate on the bedside table, then when he turned back she pressed against his side and put her head on his shoulder.
“I know you said ‘we’re safe’ last night but I want to talk to you more so we’re on the same page,” he murmured. “Do you want kids?”
“Maybe someday. Not right now. A musician’s lifestyle is not family-friendly. I’d prefer not to have kids for a few years,” she said. “There’s a stigma in the industry that once you have kids, you’re done. I don’t want my legacy only to be around for a few years. I’m on the birth control shot. I’m supposed to get a new one every three months and it’s supposed to be just as effective as the pill. Or more since I have less chance of missing one.”
“Agreed. Later is better. I’d rather make sure I don’t carry the gene first before I have kids. If I do, I don’t want to pass it on.”
