And maybe…stay?
Me
Gasp. Are you asking me to stay overnight at your house? With your kids at home?
Cam
Is that weird?
I’m actually asking. I’ve never really been a single dad who dated before.
Me
Well, I’m honored to be your first.
Cam
First and only if I have anything to say about it.
Me
Well that little show of possession just ruined my underwear.
Cam
Fuck, Wildcat, now you have to stay.
Me
Oh, I’m staying.
I want to get a skate in before work, so I’ll be out long before anyone wakes up anyway.
I’ll pack an overnight bag.
Cam
Clothes are strongly discouraged behind my locked bedroom door.
Me
Sold.
Cam
Done and done. Can’t wait to see your face later.
Me
Me too.
Now go throw a football or something. We have no use for men around here.
Sticking my phone in my pocket, I go back into the living room with a bowl of candy popcorn in one hand and a twelve-pack of orange soda cans in the other. Setting everything on the coffeetable, I take a seat on the mound of pillows and blankets on the floor, clearly walking right into the middle of the weirdest conversation that has ever graced my living room. And I’m friends with all these women, so that’s really saying something.
“A broom?” Riley asks, brow furrowing.
“Yep.” Sarah nods, taking a huge bite of a chicken taco and talking around it. “In some Malaysian Indian traditions, when a girl gets her first period, her family puts a broom outside her bedroom door to ward off evil spirits. Apparently evil spirits like young blood.”
