Page 67 of On My Side
i know that sounds helicopter mom-ish, but if something happens i want her to be able to come home and know i’m here.
like shesaidthe parents would be home, but you know how many times i told my parents the exact same thing at her age? And there’s probably alcohol and weed and like… i trust her. But i want her to know i’m home if she needs me.
Ren likes my last message, and I wait a few minutes for an actual reply, but not even the little typing bubbles appear. I sigh, closing my texts to reopen my e-reader app, hopeful that he’s distracted by the shenanigans in Stars Hollow.
I don’t turn off my notifications, though. Just in case.
One hour and four chapters of omegaverse smut later, I finally call it quits and go inside. I’ve been checking Piper’s location, and she’s exactly where she said she’d be. Ihatethat I’m paranoid, but this is a new experience for Piper and I, and we’re still learning the ropes.
I’m settling down with a mug of tea to turn on the firstScreammovie when there’s a knock at the door.
I sit outside forhoursandnowthey decide to trick-or-treat?
I sigh and force myself to my feet. I shuffle across the floor in my green and black striped stockinged feet before opening the door.
“Trick-or-treat!” I blink in surprise at Ren, who wears a tan tunic with a brown robe over it. He has a bottle of wine in one hand, and some sort of cylinder in the other.
“I… what?” I say intelligently.
“You said you weren’t getting any trick-or-treaters, so. Here I am!” He lifts both arms and does a cheesy little bow.
I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile. This is better than a text response by far.
“And you’re in costume and everything!” I say, taking in his ensemble. “You’re obviously…” I trail off, hoping he’ll finish the sentence.
“Luke Skywalker, of course!” Ren says with a wink that makes my belly flip.
“Of course,” I agree, biting my lip. It’s concerning that this full-grown man can be wearing the equivalent of a nerdy potato sack and still make me want to take my clothes off.
“I thought we could watchGilmore Girlstogether. I grabbed some wine, too, in case wearing full Jedi regalia wasn’t enticing enough.” He lifts the wine bottle.
I nod towards his other hand. “And what’s that?”
With a flick of his wrist, Ren is holding a fucking lightsaber.
I snort. “Incredible. Absolutely incredible.”
“That’s what I said!” he responds empathetically. “Kat told me the other night this is the reason I’ll never find a nice wife to settle down with. Literally. That’s the exact phrasing she used.”
I’m not completely certain why my stomach is flipping at this second, but it either has to do with hearing Kat’s name, or him using the word wife.
I’ve heard Sky use it a bunch of times, but Ren saying it is different. What kind of woman would he want to spend the rest of his life with? Who would he want to integrate into his already large family? Who would take his name and have his babies and wake him up by getting him off and…
“Can I come in?” Ren asks, jolting me out of my fantasy.
Oops, went off the deep end there.
“Sure,” I say, cheeks hot.
“I like your costume,” he tells me as I close and lock the door. “It’s a classic.”
“Mm, that’s one word for it,” I tease, turning to face him.
He raises a brow. “What’s another?”
“Boring.”
He laughs. “Okay, but I hadfifteenstudents wear witch costumes today and not one of them had cool stripey stockings like that. So you’re beating at least fifteen elementary school students, which must make you feel cool as hell.”
