AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Mum, look!” he shouts, seeing me stepping out of the gate.
“I am.” Louis smiles and moves closer to me.
“He woke up as I was leaving. And as I kept you up most of the night, I didn’t want to wake you,” he tells me, and I feel the heat creeping across my cheeks.
Choosing not to reply to that, I ask, “He isn’t going to scratch it or anything, is he?”
“Nah. It’s fine. He’s only sitting on it.”
“Can I get my own motorcycle for Christmas, Mum?”
Snapping out of the haze I seem to suffer whenever I’m around Louis, it registers what my son is asking me for.
“I think you’re a little young, Thomas. Maybe when you’re older, I’ll think about it.”
He groans, and Louis laughs as he picks him up and places his feet firmly back on the ground.
“Go on inside. I’ll be there in a moment to make breakfast.”
I watch him turn to Louis and look up at him. “See you later, Louis.”
Louis holds his fist out, and I watch my boy pound his little one against his. Running inside, he disappears into the kitchen, and I turn to Louis.
“Did you teach him that?”
He shrugs. “It’s my language.”
Whatever that means. Ignoring it, I smile as he pulls me into his arms.
“He seems like a good kid.”
“He is.”
“I want to take you both out for dinner tonight. He’s officially met me now, so there’s no point in hiding.”
I agree.
“He basically lives for pizza, burgers, and nuggets. Any place that serves them, you’ll be his best friend.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
He brings his hand up and cups the side of my face. I enjoy when he does this. “I know you’ve got work soon, and Thomas needs to get to school, so I’m gonna head out. But I want you to know that last night meant a lot to me. I’m in this with you now, and I want you to believe wholeheartedly that I’m not going anywhere.”
I do believe him.
I sink into his kiss. When his hand drops to my arse and gives it a little squeeze, I shriek and he laughs before stepping away.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“See ya.”
Climbing onto his motorcycle, he starts the engine and throws me a wink as he takes off, disappearing up the street.
My neighbour is on his way out as I turn around to head inside, and he quickly looks away when I go to say good morning. How rude. Inside, Thomas is sitting in front of the TV, and I grab the remote control.
“You know you’re not allowed to watch cartoons before school,” I remind him, turning it off. “Come on, I’ll make you breakfast.”
He follows me into the kitchen and sits at the table while I reach for a bowl from the cupboard.
