Page 14 of My Mom's Man
I’ll stop working so much if…we get married.
If. We. Get. Married.
And she wants me to be the maid of honor.
She’s not the only one about to cry in the restaurant.
With a few words, she’s completely wrecked my world.
Reid
Something happened.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I sense it when they come home.
“I missed you,” Amara says, flinging her arms around my neck, after she sets down her massive cleaning bag. “Did you miss me?”
Emma’s green eyes, shining with hurt, dart briefly to mine as she passes by us. I can’t help but track her as she heads for the stairs.
“She’s in a mood,” Amara explains as she plants a kiss on my lips. “We discussed some difficult subjects like her job and college.”
I’m stiff, still worrying about Emma, when Amara slides her hand down to my crotch. She fondles my dick, but it’s not interested in playing. It’s fucking worried. I grip her wrist and pull it away from my cock.
“Are you in a mood too?” she asks, bottom lip puckering out. “I’m feeling unloved this evening.”
It takes a lot for me not to roll my eyes at her. I hate that I feel this way toward her, but I can’t stop it.
“We need to talk,” I clip out. “Sit with me?”
Her eyebrows furl together. “Why do I feel like I’m in trouble?”
“You’re not in trouble,” I assure her.
Imight be.
If she knew how I’ve been looking at her daughter lately, I definitely would be.
She sits down beside me on the couch, body tense. “You’re scaring me, babe.”
I’m scaring myself.
“Listen,” I say, as I absently rub at Brayden’s name tattoo on my hand. “I think we should—”
“Get married?” She grins at me. “Yes. The answer is yes.”
I gape at her in confusion. The thought of marrying this woman has dread pooling at the pit of my stomach. It feels like a prison sentence. We’re not happy. I’m not sure we ever were. I’ve been with her out of duty, and it has to end. It’s not fair to any of us.
“Uh, no,” I mutter, gently patting her knee. “I was actually thinking we need some space.”
Ah, fuck.
Cue the waterworks.
Tears well in Amara’s eyes and she blinks rapidly. “Wait, what? You’re not proposing to me? You’re kicking us out?”
Us.
“No,” I growl out fiercely, shaking my head in vehemence.
