“Careful, or you’ll break something.”
“I’ll break your head if you’re not careful.”
“Mummy,” Robbie says.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you and Daddy have sex?”
Emily smacks her hand over her face. “Look what you’ve done.”
I stand and shrug. “You were the one who brought it up.”
“I thought the kids were watching TV.”
“We were. I came for a snack,” Robbie says.
“I’m making breakfast.” Emily waves her hand at the door. “Go watch more cartoons. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“You didn’t answer,” Robbie says accusingly. “You get mad whenIdon’t answer.”
“I do not.”
“Yes, you do.”
“From the mouths of babes,” I say, chuckling.
Emily waggles a spatula in my general direction. “You’re not helping.” She sighs and fixes a smile on her face. “Yes, Robbie, Daddy and I have sex.”
“Cool!” Robbie turns and runs from the room, slamming the door behind him.
“You realise he’s going to tellallhis friends,” I tease.
“I’m more worried about him telling his teachers.”
“He’s got to find out about sex sooner or later.”
“He’s five, Spence.”
I lean on the breakfast bar again. “I didn’t say anything he can’t repeat.”
“Oh, and hewillrepeat it. You’re a menace.”
“And yet you love me.”
“Someone has to.” She pours pancake mix into the pan. “Tell me about this guy you hooked up with.”
“There’s not much to tell. He was cute. We talked about art. Then wehad sex.” I lower my voice to a dramatic whisper for the last two words.
“You talked about art?”
“He’s an art teacher.”
“So you know what he does for a living but didn’t bother to get his number?”
I shrug. “I told you. It was a one and done thing. A bit of stress relief for us both.”
“Is that all sex is to you?”
