When I felt him reach to turn the lamp off, I thought momentarily about the need to move, to go upstairs to my own bed, but my limbs were heavy, I was totally sated and was paralysed and spent.
“Just a few minutes,” I muttered, making myself comfier on top of Sam’s body.
I felt the kiss to my forehead and heard him whisper about being a fool and then I fell asleep.
Sam
the present
I was already in the kitchen making some tea and toast, when I heard her footsteps on the stairs. It had to be Maisie because it was too early for Frankie. I’d come to realise in the last couple of weeks how much my son enjoyed his sleep. The steps were also hesitant, another indication it was Maisie. Not only would Frankie have been thudding down the stairs, but I knew Maisie would be second guessing what we had done the night before.
As far as I was concerned there was nothing to think about – we’d had amazing sex; twice, and I wanted to figure out what that meant with her; I know I had my thoughts and hoped she was on the same page. After the first time, Maisie had snoozed on my chest for a while but then she’d woken up and wanted round two and I certainly wasn’t going to disappoint her. She took control that time and with her on top, had made me come harder than the first time, which had been fucking epic. I then carried her up to bed, wrapped around me like a sleepy pider monkey. I hadn’t wanted Frankie to find us sleeping naked on the sofa together, or even fully dressed, because even I knew it was a sensitive situation that needed to be handled with care with a kid of Frankie’s age – and that was even before we told him about me being his dad.
When I’d tucked her under the duvet and moved to leave her there to grab a perch on the sofa, Maisie had grabbed my hand and given me a soft smile and if I hadn’t have been knackered, and worried about Frankie wandering in, I may well have jumped into bed and spooned her all night. That thought made me take a mental step back, because when had I ever spooned anyone, or even wanted to spoon them, and how the fuck did I even know about spooning?
When I heard bare feet slapping on the kitchen tiles, I turned and gave her a smile, holding up the tea pot.
“Cuppa?” I asked. “Toast is already in the toaster.”
Looking around tentatively, Maisie pulled her hair over to one side of her neck and the sight of her soft skin made my dick stir. She was dressed in denim shorts and a cotton vest, and without make up, looked as beautiful a woman as I’d ever seen.
“I take it Frankie’s still sleeping,” I said, turning back to finish making the tea and hide the bulge that was starting in my jeans. “I put all the cereal out, wasn’t sure which one he’d want.”
“He, um, he’s hooked on Coco Pops at the moment,” she replied in a barely audible voice.
Having poured tea into a mug, I turned to hand it to Maisie, who was staring at me, open mouthed.
“What’s going on in your head?” I asked.
Maisie looked down at the mug and then back up to me. “I-I, I think we need to talk about last night.”
“Okay. I’ll get the toast, you take a seat.”
I busied myself putting the slices of toast on a plate and getting butter from the fridge, all the time sensing the tension building up behind me. I’d known that she would feel strange so I’d already got my speech ready. I’d done nothing but go over and over it in my head while I’d lain wide awake on the sofa for half the night.
I put the toast in front of Maisie and sat down. “What do you want to say?” I asked, taking a piece of toast and buttering it, trying to make things as light as I possibly could. “I know what I think about it, but you’re obviously feeling a little worried.”
“A little worried. Sam, we had sex,” she hissed.
“Yeah I know, twice.” I gave her a grin and I didn’t give a shit that it probably wound her up a little more.
“I am aware and I’m not saying I didn’t want to, or that I was too drunk to know what I was doing, but you have to agree Sam, it wasn’t sensible.”
Maisie pushed her mug away, still not having picked up any toast, while I took a huge bite of mine and enjoying her discomfort a little bit, if only because her breathing was heavy and the vest top she was wearing was pretty tight. Also, I kind of liked the blush that was creeping over her skin as it reminded me of when she’d been about to come the night before.
“You’re sitting here as if everything is perfectly normal.” With both hands, Maisie pushed her hair away from her face and groaned up at the ceiling. “I know you’ve probably had a lot of one night stands, Sam, but I haven’t – unless you count us all those years ago, and even then I didn’t think that was what it was going to be.”
“No, if things had been different and I hadn’t got my head up my arse, it probably wouldn’t have been, and neither was last night.”
Maisie reared back in her seat. “You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly. You sure you don’t want any of this, I’m not a brilliant cook, but I do make great toast.”
She shook her head and stared at me as though I had two heads and I knew I had to say what I wanted to say and I knew I’d have to give her time. I wasn’t that much of an egotistical prick; I knew I had a lot of making up to do.
“I like you Maisie, I like you a lot and I’d like to see where things can go between us. I know it’ll take time for you to trust me after everything I said and did in the past, but I swear I’m a different person now. Being around you and Frankie has made me see that I can’t let my past spoil my future.”
“That’s all very honourable,” she replied, rubbing her temple, “but just because you want to be a dad to Frankie, it doesn’t mean that we should be together. You don’t have to have me to have Frankie, as long as he’s really what you want.”
