“I’m going to go get the door. Time to get up.” I tap his leg and climb out of the bed to head to the door.
When I open it, I see the most gorgeous man standing there, carrying a tray of Starbucks cups as well as a little brown bag.
“I brought breakfast.” He holds it up for me to see more.
I step toward him and give him a kiss hello. “You didn’t have to leave,” I whisper.
He kisses me once more. “I wasn’t sure, so I thought, better safe than sorry. Plus, who doesn’t love breakfast being brought to you?” He grins.
“Especially after the night we had …” I reply even though I feel my face flush from saying it out loud. “Are you trying to spoil me, Mr. Parker?”
He comes closer to me, pressing himself against me, holding the tray now to the side. “One thousand percent. And this is just the beginning.”
My breath hitches. I don’t see how it’s possible to get any better than it was last night.
I step back, afraid I won’t be able to stop myself if I kiss him, and I have a little seven-year-old boy who should be walking out of his room at any second.
We walk to the kitchen, where he sets the items down, and he embraces me in a hug now that his arms are free.
“Good morning.”
“Morning. What did you bring?” I ask, curious about his coffee choice for me since we’ve never discussed it.
“When I asked the barista’s opinion, she said I couldn’t go wrong with either a vanilla latte or a cinnamon dolce latte.” He turns to pick up a cup and hands it to me. “I chose cinnamon.Am I close?” He contorts his face in a worrisome way, making me laugh.
I take the cup from him. “It’s perfect.” I kiss him as my thank-you.
“I hope it’s okay that I got Nolan some hot chocolate and a pumpkin bread.”
“You’ve made his morning for sure,” I tease.
I hear his little feet heading our way, and when he turns the corner, he runs toward Evan and jumps in his arms.
“Evan! When did you get here?”
Evan picks him up with ease. “I just did.”
He smirks in my direction, and I have to hide my smile behind my coffee cup.
“I brought you some hot chocolate. Do you want some?”
“Yes, please!” He bounces in his arms.
Evan puts him down and hands him the small cup and a bag as well. “Do you like pumpkin bread too?”
Nolan’s eyes get wide. “It’s my favorite!”
“Well, good.” Evan grabs the other bag he has sitting there. “It’s mine too. I got banana bread as well though. Sure you don’t want the banana bread instead?”
“Nope. Mom can eat that. I get the pumpkin.” He heads to the kitchen table with his breakfast, digging in as fast as he can.
Evan holds out the remaining bags, asking which one I want. I smile and grab the banana bread, then go to join Nolan at the table.
“Do you play today?” Nolan asks Evan.
“Yep. We have a seven o’clock game.”
Nolan looks at me. “Can we go?”
