“That was hard to miss.”
“You two were kissing in her living room when I got ice cream yesterday.”
My kid doesn’t miss a thing. “Does that bother you?”
He shakes his head. “No. But I think it’s risky.”
Huh?
“The two of you aren’t getting any younger.”
“Creed.”
“It’s true. And what if you two decide you want to have more kids? I don’t want my brother born with defects because the two of you are over the hill. Not to mention the fact that Greer is fine. Once the guys in Chaos meet her, they won’t hesitate to ask her out—”
The boy has a plan, or at least a goal for this conversation. For the moment, I’m going to ignore the baby comment. Not that the idea of a pregnant Greer isn’t more than a little tempting. “And?”
“If you think she might be the one, you need to act soon, before someone else swoops in and steals her from you.”
“Love doesn’t work that way. You don’t need to rush it because you’re afraid that the woman you love might fall for another man.”
“So you don’t plan on asking her out after you kissed her?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just not in a rush.” That feels like a lie.
“Are you sure? Because I only have a few good babysitting years left in me. After that, you’re going to have to find someone else. Someone who might not be as reliable. Just saying.”
Incorrigible. Creed is completely incorrigible. “Why don’t you focus that energy on breakfast? What do you want to eat?”
He shrugs. “I’m going to go invite Greer. Maybe she’ll have an idea.”
What would it be like having a baby with Greer?
***
“These cinnamon rolls are the best.” Creed pops the last bite of his fourth one in his mouth.
“I thought you’d like them. Would you like some more hot cocoa?”
“Yes. But I need to get to school. I can’t play hooky twice in a row.” He stands up. “I’m going to take my bike today. There’s no sign of rain…unless you plan on visiting my school again?” He looks at Greer.
Creed never told me what she was there for, but this is probably his way of helping me to find out. Where did that meddlesome streak come from?
“Nope. I’m going to Urbium today to have lunch with my mother and see the doctor.”
“That sounds like fun.”
Greer’s grimace makes it sound like anything but fun.
“See you later. I’ll make us all burgers for dinner since you probably won’t feel like cooking after your long day.” Creed runs off.
“I think your son just invited me to dinner.”
“Are you good with that?” It feels like I’m asking her out even if my son did the legwork.
“Yeah. I’m good with that.”
I stand up and walk over to where she’s sitting. “Is there anything else you might be good with?”
