Page 45 of A Baby for the Firefighter
“Did you sleep well, dear?” my mother asked me as I walked into the kitchen. Something smelled good, and it looked like she was preparing breakfast. I almost felt like I was twelve again, seeing her like that. Especially since I’d just jerked off in the shower.
“I slept okay.” Not the whole truth, but all the information she needed about the night before. “Thank you. How was your night?”
“Oh, it was fine.” She turned back to the stove, poking at something in the frying pan. “I’m making pancakes. I hope you still like them the way you used to.”
The way I used tomeant sugary-sweet and drenched in syrup. Part of me wanted to tell her that I was a grown-up now and I ate grown-up breakfast… but that would have been a lie and I wanted my pancakes.
“Yeah, I do, actually,” I admitted.
This earned me a bright smile from my mom, so maybe it wasn’t all bad that I hadn’t lost my sweet tooth. Sitting at the counter, I watched her whoosh through my kitchen. “Anything I can help you with?”
“No, dear, you just let me do my thing. This is the least I can do to repay you for letting me stay here.”
“If you insist.” I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t have a problem with early mornings, usually, but this morning I was still a little bleary. I felt like I could have slept another day at least, while at the same time being too riled up to find any real rest.
My condition didn’t improve when Dean stepped into the kitchen, looking every bit as gorgeous as he had last night, despite his hair sticking out at odd angles from sleep. I wondered if there was anything that could make him less sexy in my mind. I couldn’t think of much.
“Good morning,” he greeted us.
I gave him a small wave and a grunt, choosing to look at my mother instead of him as memories of last night bubbled to the forefront again.
Dean sat next to me, regardless, and pressed a kiss on my cheek, since my face was turned away from him.
“That smells good,” he said to my mother.
“Thank you, hon. I hope you had a good night.”
“I did, thank you. But actually, I’m afraid I can’t stay for breakfast. I’m running late for work.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I could pack you something! Although my son doesn’t keep this kitchen too well stocked.”
“It’s fine. I’ll have to drop by home before I go. I’ll grab something then. You two enjoy your breakfast.” He stood, and addressed me. “Would you like me to come back here after work?”
An innocent question, and yet I didn’t know how to respond. Did I want him to come back? Actually yes, but I also didn’t want to have the conversation I knew we were going to be having.
“Aren’t you busy?” I asked, hoping he would make the decision for me.
“Never too busy for you,” he simply said. “Call me later, okay?”
“I will.”
He gave me another kiss, this time on the lips, and then he turned to my mother. “Mrs. Stevens, if you need a ride to the hospital…”
“Maybe later, hon, thank you,” she waved him off. “They’ll call me if anything happens.”
“Alright then.” Dean excused himself and left.
“I know it’s not my place to ask,” my mother said when he was gone, “but did you two have a fight or something?”
I felt myself blush as she handed me a plate with pancakes. “What makes you think so?”
“Oh, it’s just that the air seemed a bit thick between you. I might not be an omega, but I can sense when my children aren’t doing well.”
I only looked at her. How could she say that when she’d kicked one of her children out of her house for getting himself in a difficult situation?
She licked her lips. “I know what you must be thinking.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. Really?
