That wasn’t what she was hoping to hear.
She’d spent most of the night trying to predict what Kylie’s answer would be and she’d hoped for some sort of elaborate plan to skirt all those knowing stares she would no doubt get when she ventured out in public with Kaden and Keegan. If she ventured out. Right now she wasn’t sure they were even going to give her the time of day. Neither one of them had responded to her text last night.
“Kaden and Keegan?” Kylie said. “They’re the fathers?”
Swallowing hard, Bristol nodded. She’d known Kylie would figure it out. Considering how much time Bristol had spent with the twins over the years, talking, laughing, flirting, it wasn’t that much of a leap to figure out she had feelings for them. Certainly not for the Walkers who’d seen them together so often.
“Do you love them, Bristol?” Kylie held up a hand before Bristol could respond. “It’s a simple question. Yes or no. Do you love them?”
God. When limited to only a one-word answer, it was pretty easy to respond.
“Yes. But it’s—”
Kylie cut her off with a wave of her dainty hand. “That’s a start. Now look around and tell me who in here is starin’ at me.”
A little confused by the odd request, Bristol did as Kylie requested simply because she was curious. No one was paying them any mind. Then again, there were only a few tables that were occupied.
“They don’t care,” Kylie said, leaning forward. “Sure, you’re gonna get a few who’re curious. I mean, come on. What woman isn’t gonna wonder what it’s like to be sandwiched between two smokin’-hot men?”
Bristol felt her cheeks warm.
“And yes, take it from me, there are a few who’ll be wondering exactly that, a couple even ballsy enough to ask.” Kylie grinned. “But I can guarantee you, there are more who are wondering how much easier it must be because we can split the household chores three ways.”
She couldn’t help it, she laughed, but it was strained. “It’s the ones who’ll think I’m easy that have me worried,” she admitted.
Kylie rested her elbows on the table. “For the sake of argument, tell me whose opinion matters most to you in this town.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, let’s do it this way.” Kylie became animated when she spoke. “I’m going to never get out of bed again when … who … looks down their nose at me?”
“No one.” Bristol frowned. “I mean, no one has that sort of power over me.”
“Oh, come on.” Kylie huffed. “There’s got to be someone.”
Because Kylie seemed to want an answer, Bristol tried to think, came up with nothing. “There’s not.”
“But you’re worried aboutsomeonepassing judgment.”
Bristol took a sip of her juice, nodded. “Fine. The parents of my kids. I doubt they’ll all be okay with me bein’ with two men.”
Kylie’s eyebrows dipped low, as though she was considering Bristol’s response. “Why’s it their business? Are any of the parents of your kids gay?”
“Of course.”
“And there’s at least one of them who’s transgender.”
Bristol nodded. “Yes.”
“And you never thought twice about letting their kids go there, did you?”
“Of course not.”
“So why’re you discriminating against yourself?”
“I’m…” Wow. She hadn’t thought of it that way.
“How many kids are on the waiting list for your daycare?”
