Page 20 of I Knead You Tonight

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a business owner. It’s weird seeing you be so…responsible,” Winston remarks.

“It’s called growing up, Win. You should try it sometime,” Wren tells him.

I see him clench his jaw, but I can’t say anything. He’s dug his own hole, and now he has to live with the consequences of it.

“What is this—shit on Winston day?”

“As long as they aren’t shitting on me anymore. Right, Riker?” I say, tickling him. “As long as they aren’t shitting on Mommy, huh? You do that enough for everyone.”

He laughs and my heart squeezes at the sound.

Riker might not have been planned, but he’s the best unexpected gift I’ve ever received. I love my son, and I’d do anything for him.

Even accept handouts from someone I despise.

I glance over at Winston and he’s watching me play with Riker, a glint of joy in his eyes. Surprising, because all Winston ever looks is bored.

“Pardon me,” says Brad, a server here at Slice, as he shoves his way past Wren and Foster. “I have some pie for the lovely new couple.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Winston groans, tossing his head back. “I do one nice fucking thing for someone and I must be sleeping with them? What the hell is wrong with you people?”

“S-Sorry,” Brad murmurs. “Simon said you two were together. I-I didn’t realize.”

Poor Brad.

“My fucking father…” Winston grumbles. “Just leave the pie and get the fuck out of here.”

“Winston!” Wren chides. “Thank you, Brad. Sorry about my asshole brother.”

Brad scurries off before Winston can yell at him again.

“What are you two doing together today?”

“Couch shopping,” I tell her, grabbing for a slice of the breakfast pizza Winston apparently ordered for us.

“Seriously, man? I had to sleep on that fucker for like six months. You sleep on it one goddamn night and you’re running out to buy a new one? The fuck, dude?”

Winston lifts a shoulder. “That was your shitty decision.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” He takes a bite of his slice of pizza. “Now let me eat my breakfast in peace.”

“Real attractive, Win. Mom would be slapping you silly right now if she saw you talking with your mouth full.”

He winks at her, not caring.

“Wave bye to your real parents.” I grab Riker’s hand and shake it at Wren.

“Bye, my sweet boy.” She leans down and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. “Good luck with my brother today. Give me a call if you need help burying his body. Foster and I have a contingency plan.”

“Wow. So much for beingmybest friend,” Winston complains to Foster.

“Hey, man, this one gives me orgasms. I can’t say the same for you.”

Winston blows him a kiss. “Come here. I’ll rock your socks off.”

“I doubt you could handle all this.”

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