“Stay,” I say, surprising myself as much as her. “Have breakfast with us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I glance back, then take her panties out of my pocket. “You’re going to need to borrow a pair of myboxers.”
Her cheeks flush when she sees the torn fabric. When we came into the room this morning, I set him down and gathered up our discarded clothes, finding her shredded panties and shoving them in my pocket.
“I don’t need to do that,” she says.
“The thought of you wearing a pair of my underwear is kind of hot.”
Taylor stares at me then shakes her head like I’m crazy. Maybe I am but something about her in my clothes is making me fucking crazy. Our stare off is interrupted by a little body grabbing my leg and holding up his arms.
“Hungry dada.”
“Taylor is making some pancakes for us,” I lift him up and how him.
“Mmm pancakes.”
“You like pancakes?” Taylor asks him as she pours batter into the pan. “My dad used to make me pancakes when I was little. But he did this really special thing.”
She grabs some fruit from the fridge. Jesse’s doing. As the batter starts to firm, she drops two blueberries in for eyes, then uses the end of a spoon to make a mouth. It’s cooking fast enough that the batter doesn’t spill back into space.
“A smiley,” Oscar laughs.
My eyes are locked on her as she makes happy pancakes for my son. And I sit back after setting him in his high chair and she makes a smaller pancake for Oscar Two, which has Oscar so happy it’s like last night never happened. While Oscar rips into the pancake, I walk over and wrap an arm around her waist.
“Do I get a happy pancake?” I arch a brow.
“If you give me coffee,” she taps my shoulder with the spatula.
“Think I can manage that.” While Oscar is distracted, I cup her chin and press a kiss to her lips.
If my brothers could see me now, I know exactly what they’d say. It starts with P and ends with whipped.
Fuck if I don’t care.
While she makes more food, and Oscar has spent most of his time chatting away to Taylor, I call Jesse to check on him and whether he is okay to come over. He agrees, sounding better than he looked. Shit if he has been dealing with these night terrors and not telling me, I’m going to break his arm.
We eat together and I go get dressed then come back to find Taylor rolling a ball for the puppy and Oscar bounces along after it, pretending to fetch.
She looks up at me and instinctively knows. She tells Oscar she needs to go, and he pouts asking when she is coming back.
“Soon buddy,” I tell him. “Uncle Jesse is on his way.”
“Yay!” he shouts. “Bye Taylor.”
“Bye Oscar,” she grins as she comes over. “So fickle.”
“Uncle Jesse is his favorite,” I sigh. She cocks her head but doesn’t comment.
She is already dressed, and I did make her put on a pair of my underwear and told her I was keeping hers. Her response was so long as I don’t wear hers, which made me snort and tell her that shit willneverhappen.
We go to the front door and finally, fucking finally I get to put my hands on her. She falls against me easily as I press her into the wall and kiss her, my tongue touching hers until she is panting and my hand has slid up to grab her tit.
The door opens and Jesse stands there, staring at us. Taylor shifts back and my hand drops but I don’t step away from her, just stare at him. He knew I had her checked out, and he wasn’t happy about that. He is even more surprised when a little rocket comes hurtling towards him.
He picks Oscar up and looks from me to Taylor, knowing I’ve let her around my son says more than words ever can.
