“She’s fucking beautiful.”
“I bet she is!”
“And she’s… a singer. Former model, but she’s a singer now.”
“Just think of how beautiful it would be to hear her sing your babies to sleep.”
“Ma..”
“Let your mother have this, will you?”
“I don’t want you to get your hopes too high.”
“Honey, my hopes are on the moon for you already. They always have been.”
“There’s no guarantee this is going where you want it to.”
“There’s never any guarantees in love, Milo. But it’s always worth the risks.”
I glanced back at the hotel, thinking of Roe up there in my bed.
“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling the rightness down to my bones.
“What’s her name?”
“Roe. Well, it’s Monroe. But she likes being called Roe.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to her. I really hope she will be beside you the next time you come for dinner.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up, feeling a little calmer about my morning revelation after talking to my mom. Who’d have thought that?
But she was right.
This was worth the risk.
Even if she didn’t want me the way I wanted her.
I got us bagels, hash browns, coffee, and some orange juice before heading back to the hotel.
I dropped off the food on the coffee table and brought the coffee into the bedroom just as Roe sat up. The blankets fell, pooling around her waist.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the sight of her.
The sunlight streamed through the windows, kissing her skin and highlighting each perfect fucking inch of her.
“Morning,” she said, all soft from sleep. “Is that coffee?”
“It is.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had coffee brought to me in bed.”
“That’s a fucking crime, baby.” I sat down next to her and handed her one of the cups. “I didn’t know what to get you, but I figured you can’t go wrong with caramel and half-and-half.”
