“I think you broke her,” Liam remarked.
“She’ll be fine,” Darius replied, and I heard him whiskingmy eggs.
I lifted my head and wheezed, “Coffee.”
“Get your mother a coffee,” Darius ordered.
Liam left his plate and went to the coffeepot.
He then returned with a handsome mug that was a mattecharcoal gray on the outside and a shiny robin’s egg blue porcelain on theinside.
Right.
Now this was just weird.
I examined the cup then looked to my man.“Is everything inyour house perfect?”
“Aunt Danni and Aunt Gabby bought everything in this place,”Liam informed me.“They even put together my space.It’ssick.”
“Danni and Gabby?”I whispered to Darius.
Those were his sisters, Danielle and Gabrielle.
“They own an interior design business together,” he shared.
Now this was weird too, but not the good kind.
Because I realized how much I didn’t know.How much Imissed.How much I didn’t ask about.
Even Lena last night knew about “the reserve.”
But I hadn’t even seen it and had just heard about it.
“Don’t go there,” Darius warned, reading my mind.
“It’s impossible not to,” I returned.
“We’ll catch up.Mom’llhave adinner.It’ll be all good,” he declared.
“You can’t catch up on eighteen years over a dinner,Darius,” I informed him.
“You can make a start,” he returned.“All we can do, thethree of us, is take it one step at a time.We’re having breakfast.That’s thisstep.Let’s focus on that.You with me?”
“Stop being rational when I’m on the verge of freaking out,”I snapped.
“Get used to it, sweetheart,” he shot back.
I felt something strange and turned my head to see our son’sattention was bouncing between his dad and me and his grin was large.
When I witnessed it, I was sure glad I didn’t make anypromises about crying.
Liam saved me by stating, “This is the best fuckingbreakfastever.”
Then he munched into his toast.
My son had just casually dropped the F-bomb in front of me.
I swung a killing look at Darius.
