24. Dinner With a Side of Screwing
Chapter twenty-four
Dinner With a Side of Screwing
After hearing the good news, Danny and Dylan insisted on meeting up in the city to celebrate, cause when in Rome in all that. Honestly, I wouldn’t have put it past Derek to have planned this from the beginning. But he apologized, fed me, and promised to take me shopping later, so it’s not like I could hold a grudge any longer.
The first order of business was to get some actual clothes. Don’t get me wrong, New York is a wonderful, vibrant city. It was also disgusting. The air reeks of a mixture of sewage, unwashed bodies, and other types of air pollutants. The last thing I wanted was to walk around in my favorite pajamas. If the fabric ends up absorbing the funk, there will be hell to pay.
Once that problem was squared away, we tried to brainstorm a fun way to kill time. No one would be available until after five, some even later than that due to work schedules, and it was currently... ten in the morning.
“I hate to suggest this, but can we see them another time, maybe? Seven hours is a lot of time to kill.”
“What?! Oh come on, live a little!” You may have lived in New York, but how much of the city have you actually seen ?”
“I saw plenty!” OPS once took all the kids to see the Empire State Building, but then we had to leave early cause we were only allowed out for a limited time. For our safety , they said. “Okay, I saw a little bit..”
“Aha! Why don’t we make it a day trip then? New York has plenty to see. Trust me, before you know it the seven hours will pass by that,” he said, snapping his fingers for emphasis. I agreed begrudgingly, but only because I couldn’t come up with a better idea.
True to his word, the seven hours seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. Despite living in New York City for many years, I felt like a tourist as I saw many of the city’s famous landmarks for the first time.
The first stop on our impromptu tour was Central Park. The air that still had a winter’s edge about it, the park was bustling with activity. People were running, walking with their dogs or kids, and some even relaxed in the grass with a book in hand. Oh, how I envied them.
There was a coffee stand along one of the trails. The scent of the bitter brown liquid drew people to the line as if hypnotized, myself and Derek among them. Derek opted for his usual, a regular black coffee, while I decided to treat my sweet tooth and went for their hot chocolate.
After a lazy stroll, our destination undetermined and our pace unhurried, we decided to be like those couples who go to art museums and spout poetic nonsense, so the Metropolitan Museum of Art instantly came to mind.
The museum wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. The admission was “pay what you wish”, which was a nice concept, and they had some interesting galleries. What captivated my attention, though, was the building itself. Words could not do the work justice, but it was simply beautiful. Greek columns were placed periodically in front of the grand building, magically transporting us to a time when legends became myths and Greek heroes were deified. Greek history—or more accurately, mythology—always caught my interest when I was a kid. It seemed that even thousands of years ago, storytelling was a prevalent and sometimes big influence on people and society. Even philosophers dreamed of gods and monsters.
We took our time traveling through all of the galleries that were currently on display. Despite not being an avid fan of looking at art, I had to admit that I really enjoyed myself. It’s nice to just go out and not have an agenda every once in a while.
The rest of the day was spent traversing what felt like most of New York, each district possessing a unique sense of feel and flavor all on its own. By the time we made it to the Lower West Side of Manhattan, where Danny and Adam owned a charming brownstone, it was well past seven. There was just too much to see, and we didn’t even get to see some of the more famous spots like Times Square or the Rockefeller Center. I made Derek promise to come back to visit again, to which he answered by kissing my head and murmuring ‘always’ against my skin. Part of me wanted us to move here too, but I think it was because I was swept up by the hustle and bustle of the city.
Luckily for us, everyone was either on their way or already waiting inside by the time we arrived. Walking up the signature stone steps, we rang the doorbell and didn’t have to wait long before a smiling Adam and little Emily greeted us at the door.
“You guys made it! Come on in, Danny’s in the kitchen.”
After letting us in, Adam gave us a short tour of their home. The inside was spacious yet cozy, and despite knowing them for only a short while, I could see touches of Danny and Adam throughout. The study was dark wood and organized, and I didn’t even need the law books dotting the shelves to know whose space this was.
The living room and the kitchen seemed to be mostly Adam’s work, as the aesthetic seemed to match between the two spaces. The color scheme was mostly cream or off-white, with a lighter wood than the study used for cupboards and side tables, creating a pleasant look.
The kitchen was where we found Danny, an apron tied around his waist that said ‘Kiss the Lawyer’.
“Do you all have those corny aprons?” I asked. Derek had “Kiss the Construction Worker”, replete with a cartoon man with rosy cheeks wearing a hard hat. I thought it was a quirky purchase limited to Derek, but I started to have second thoughts.
“Thank you! I thought I was the only one who thought that. But Lauren got them all aprons that say something different, so I’m pretty sure they secretly love them.”
“Aww, they’re such momma’s boys,” Henry said, materializing from a doorway that led to the back patio. Henry squealed when he saw me, running up to wrap me in a huge hug that pushed all the air from my lungs.
“Congrats on the baby! Derek told us all about it. It’s crazy that you thought you were a recessive this whole time!”
“Way to be subtle, Henry,” Adam chastised.
“Oh, come on, you know I like to get straight to the nitty-gritty.”
Henry’s antics would never fail to put a smile on my face.
“Thanks Henry, I’m still trying to process it myself to be honest.”
“Congrats, Damon, I’m happy for you,” Danny said, coming over to get a hug before Derek stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake! He’s basically my little brother at this point! Lay off on the territorial male act, will you?” Derek gave him a hard look before finally relenting. Danny came over to give me the hug finally, one eye carefully observing Derek to see if he would do anything. Fortunately, Derek was on his best behavior, even if I could see a muscle tick in his jaw.
“Aww, this reminds me of when we first Claimed each other,” Adam said wistfully. “You would barely let me out of your sight back then ’cause you thought I would bump into another Alpha and instantly become pregnant.”
“Oh, stop. I wasn’t that bad.” Danny said, the tips of his ears turning bright red.
“No, you’re right. You were even worse when I got pregnant…“ A somber mood descended on the little gathering, although I didn’t know why. But I could guess. I didn’t want to say sorry for his loss because I was sure he had heard that many times over, but I still wanted to show some of my support, so I gently laid my hand on his shoulder.
Adam gave me a small smile, mouthing Thank you before taking Emily into the other room. I followed, having nothing else to do but still wanted to be of use. Adam gently lowered Emily down, and she immediately begins playing with her toys, lost in her own little world as toddlers are wont to do. The same happened for Adam, who was also in his own little world that seemed to be filled with sadness and grief.
“It was a miscarriage,” Adam said unprompted, confirming my earlier suspicion. “I know that they happen and that it’s unfortunately a natural risk, but I was so devastated over the loss that I couldn’t bring myself to try again. If it were to happen again, I don’t think I could live with the heartache.
“Adopting Emily was one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. She’s my light, my joy, but sometimes I feel like the absolute worst parent when I think about what life would be like if little Anthony made it.”
“I don’t think that makes you a bad parent. If anything, that just goes to show how great of a parent you actually are.”
Adam laughed, the sound sardonic and completely out of character from how he usually was. But then again, people had all sorts of sides to them. We were complicated like that.
“Oh really, what makes you say that?” he asked.
“Because even now, you’re wondering if he’s okay, wherever he is now. I bet not a moment has passed where you haven’t thought about him. Emily is lucky to have you in her life ’cause I’ll bet she’s always in your thoughts, too. Now and forever.”
He held a hand against his mouth, stifling a sob from escaping his lips as the mountain of guilt he’d been carrying on his slim shoulders started to crumble and fade just a little bit. Emily, seeing this, immediately runs to Adam, her little voice full of concern.
“Daddy, you okay?”
Adam gathers her in his arms and holds her tight, placing a kiss on her head while stroking her back.
“Yeah, sweety. Daddy’s okay. Uncle Damon was just giving me some pearls of wisdom.”
“Ah,” she said succinctly. I couldn’t help but snort at that. It amazed me that such a small word could convey so much hidden meaning, especially from a toddler. Adam seemed to agree, and he was right there laughing with me.
“Ah, indeed. Shall we go see if Papa needs some help in the kitchen?” She nodded, pointing the way like a ship’s captain, guiding us on our short journey from the living room to where Danny and the rest were still gathered.
We seemed to have entered during the midst of a heated argument between all three of the Dreyfus brothers. I couldn’t quite tell what they were arguing about, but my gut told me that Henry was behind it, if his satisfied smirk was a good indicator to go by.
“You in here being a troublemaker again?”
“Who, me? Nonsense, I’m just enjoying the entertainment.”
“What are they even arguing about?”
“Their dad has this really nice grill that he absolutely loves . I swear, he treats it like his firstborn. Anyway, Dmitri might be giving it to one of them, and I just so happened to remind them of it.“ I snorted.
“So, that’s not you being a troublemaker?”
“Well, maybe just a little,” he said, bringing up his forefinger and thumb with just a minuscule amount of space in between.
Chaotic instigator aside, now that I got context for the argument, it made a lot more sense. It didn’t stop me from secretly wishing Derek was the one to inherit this master grill, though. He made this rack of ribs with some honey chipotle sauce, and it was amazing. My mouth was already watering just thinking about them. Despite his love of grilling, he doesn’t make it a lot due to the fact that his grill is ‘too small and that the ribs deserve better’.
His words, not mine.
The argument eventually died down, and all the party members eventually lost steam as the food was nearly ready. Danny cooked enough food to feed a small army, and each option looked mouth-wateringly good. There was meatloaf fresh out of the oven, with pan-seared broccoli and mashed potatoes on the side. A simple garden salad rounded out the meal.
While it may have seemed like simple fare, it more than made up for it in taste. The meatloaf was the perfect blend of moisture and spices, pairing well with the broccoli and potatoes.
“This is amazing, Danny! I’m gonna have to steal this meatloaf recipe from you.”
“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”
“Oh yes, your talent is spending lots of money on classes that target people with money to spend,” Adam said dryly. He turned to me and brought a hand to his mouth as if to tell me a secret. “He once took a class hosted by a gourmet chef and gave the man two thousand dollars.”
“I told you to let it go! I thought it was a good experience...”
“And I told you not to take the class.“ The bickering soon faded to the background as dinner was finally ready to eat.
Gathering around to sit at the table, I was surprised to find myself sandwiched between Henry and Adam. Derek didn’t seem too happy about it, as he was currently sulking on the other side of the table. At least he was across from me, so I could play footsies with him. I began by running my foot up against his calf.
I stared at my plate, willing my face into a neutral expression, but I could feel his heated gaze on me, tempting me to look up and break my facade.
“Behave,” he said, his voice a low timbre.
“What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” I brought some mashed potatoes to my mouth, my tongue darting out and licking the spoon clean.
“And this is why you two aren’t sitting next to each other,” Henry said, his lips curled in feigned disgust. “Can’t you wait till we’re done eating? Jeez!”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed beyond belief that we did that, at the dinner table no less. It seems like my etiquette lessons were thrown out the window and run over for good measure. “I’ll behave.”
“You better,” Derek said, his voice never losing its husky edge. I had to bite my lip to stop the dirty thoughts from taking over my mind and start controlling my body. I would have loved to do nothing more than to take Derek to a private space, pull his cock out of his pants, and blow him till he’s crying out in ecstasy…
Wow, hormones are no joke!
Dinner passed by relatively peaceful. I couldn’t resist the temptation to taunt Derek a couple of times, sure, but peaceful nonetheless.
Surprisingly, despite all of my antics, Derek didn’t react besides a quick glance in my direction before refocusing back on his food. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. I was expecting to at least get some sort of reaction.
We bid everyone a good night, declining Danny and Adam’s invitation to stay the night. Instead, Derek insisted that he was okay driving home despite the late hour.
“Are you sure? We can just get a hotel room. You gotta be running on empty by now.”
“Is that your way of indirectly calling me old?”
“No! But we did leave the house early, spent all day sight-seeing, and just had dinner with your family. Doesn’t that sound like a lot to you?”
“Hmm, you got a point. We can get a room, but I want to at least make some decent headway up north. The hotels here are too expensive. They make you pay for everything! Parking, tourist fees, you name it.”
I wholeheartedly agree that that sounded a little bit extreme, so we ended up jumping on the parkway and headed home, later stopping about halfway. Oddly enough, we exited near the diner where Derek and I shared our first meal together. Back then, we were still strangers to each other, and everything was just so new . It felt like years had passed since the day I met Derek, and my life had changed for the better.
After finding a motel with a vacancy sign, we checked in and went into our room. That was when Derek struck.
Using the cover of low lighting, he wrapped his arms around me, making sure that my arms were trapped against my sides.
“You acted like an absolute brat tonight. I told you to behave, didn’t I?” His body pressed up against mine, and the way his arms held me in place, I felt like prey captured by a predator. And I had no doubt Derek would ravish me tonight.
“Y-Yes, you did,” I said, unable to summon even an ounce of my meager acting skills to appear calm and in control. Derek had the reigns, so he was the one fully in control. Part of me liked it that way, to not have to think, to just be .
“Did you really think I would let you get away with disobeying me?” I shook my head, my body shaking like a leaf in this weird mix of frightened arousal and anticipation. Derek and I have acted out fantasies like this before, but they paled in comparison to this moment. Derek seemed more… imposing. Dominant.
“You ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.” My hole was leaking like a faucet, so you better believe I was ready!
“Take off all your clothes,” he said, finally releasing me. I felt cold without his warmth, and I wasn’t even naked yet. I stumbled, trying to pull my leg out of my pants.
“Slowly. Take your time. Remember, you’re carrying precious cargo,” he said in admonishment.
I did as instructed, slowing my movements as if my entire body was submerged in molasses.
“I see you still want to act like a brat. Don’t think you won’t be punished for this.”
He didn’t tell me to hurry up or to even move at normal speed, so I relished this time to striptease for him, taking my clothes off as seductively as possible.
By the time I was done, my thighs were wet, my nipple hard, and my breath ragged. In other words, I was very excited for what was about to happen.
“Don’t move,” he said, slowly creating a circuit around me, his heated gaze causing me to clench my legs.
I didn’t want to push him, but the urge to reach out and touch him was unreal. I wanted to rip his clothes off, to have every inch of skin connected. I wanted to obliterate the space between us, to combust in a passionate inferno. But it didn’t matter what I wanted in that moment, because this was supposed to be a punishment, and it was doing a helluva job.
He reached out a hand, pinching one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. A strangled mix between a cry and a moan filled the air, my voice filled with need and want.
“Be quiet.” His voice came out even deeper than before, the tone imperious and demanding. I have never seen this side of him before.
He used his other hand to pinch my other nipple, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Asking me to keep quiet while my nipples were being worked was borderline sadistic!
Mercifully, he released my nipples, instead trailing a finger from my sternum all the way down to my belly button, stopping right above my aching cock. Derek then began to move behind me, always keeping that one finger pressed against my skin. Once he was behind me, he again trailed that finger against my skin, but this time in reverse.
His finger started from my lower back, following the curve of my spine until he reached the nape of my neck.
Suddenly, his hand shot out and gripped my neck from behind in a firm hold, forcing my body unbalanced as he claimed my mouth. There was no tenderness to this kiss, just pure unadulterated need . The kiss felt timeless, like the world was suspended and it was just the two of us, nothing else. His tongue began to probe my mouth, his other hand gripping my chin as if to physically open my mouth wider.
Soon enough, Derek broke away, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.
“D-Derek, what has gotten into you?”
I felt him pause behind me, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing.
“Sorry Damon, but I don’t think I can control myself anymore. I need you to bear it,” he said, and I could hear the strain in his voice as if he was speaking through clenched teeth. I could feel his breath on my neck, as if it took every inch of control he had left to keep his hands to himself.
“Bear what? What’s going on?” I hated that my voice betrayed my unease. I wasn’t afraid of Derek, and I don’t think I would ever be afraid of him, but this was a pitch-dark road, and I felt like I was driving blind, just bracing for the inevitable impact.
“I’m in a rut,” he said, his hands ghosting along my waist, his touch raising goosebumps against my skin.
“Oh…”
I knew exactly what he meant when he said those words, and no, it’s not when you fall into a routine of not being productive. This particular rut has a whole different meaning, one that takes the already stifling nature of some Alphas and dials it up to a ten. An Alpha can’t help but be hyper-fixated on their Omega. They want to make sure they’re safe, to protect them from any and all perceived danger.
But the biggest caveat of a rut? Their libido is insatiable .
Of course, I don’t speak from experience, unless you count reading spicy romance novels and hearing a few graphic stories from friends. That didn’t stop me from bracing for the inevitable. I just hoped I would come out at the end of all this in one piece.
“Be gentle, okay? I’m carrying precious cargo.” The last thing I wanted was waking up the next morning and being unable to walk.
“I’ll try,” he said with a chuckle. “Now bend over and grab your ankles.”
“Grab my what?”
Instead of repeating himself, he simply grabbed me by my neck and practically folded my body on his own, delivering a smack to my ass once my hands were clasped around my ankles. With my hole fully exposed, Derek now had an unobstructed view, something he took full advantage of.
The sound of a wet pop was the only warning I had before his thumb eased its way into me, my hole clenching tightly against the intrusion. Not even a moment passed before he started pumping his digit in and out of my hole. My legs quivered with each stroke, my own precum leaving a streak across my cheek.
He withdrew his thumb, only to replace it with two fingers, his hands rough and calloused. A moan escaped me as he would graze my prostate with every thrust but would purposefully retreat when he got too close.
I began to move, trying desperately to fuck myself on his fingers, earning two slaps on the ass for my troubles. Stay still, message received.
Just when it felt like my legs were about to give out on me, Derek ordered me to move.
“I want you on the bed, ass in the air.” I was more than happy to obey. Derek gives fantastic rimjobs. He eats it like a man possessed. Sometimes I think he does it just to hear me cry out.
Once I assumed position, I eagerly awaited for him to start feasting on me. I could feel his presence looming over me like a dark specter. My heart raced as I waited and waited for him to make a move, but he just stood there.
What was he waiting for?
“Derek please ,“ I begged, unable to hold back the absolute need of his mouth on me. I craved it like a dying man of thirst craved water. He’s done it enough times that I could fantasize about the feel of his hands parting my cheeks, his tongue darting in and out of my hole. His beard scraped my taint, the sensation causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
He chuckled, clearly amused with my impatience.
“How cruel. You know I can resist giving you anything and everything you want when you beg like that.” I heard the buckle of his belt, followed by the smooth sigh of him taking it off and tossing it aside. His zipper was next, the sound somehow amplified. I swore I could hear each tooth separate as he slowly dragged the zipper down.
The next few moments were a flurry of rustling clothes. By the time silence reigned over the space again, I could tell he was fully naked behind me.
He grabbed my ass, each globe clutched in his big hands, but instead of kneeling down to rim me like I expected, he dragged his cock between the crack of my ass. With each pass, he would graze my aching hole, pushing my cheeks together to create a tunnel for his cock to slide into.
Just when I thought he would finally enter me, I felt his breath hot against my hole.
“Silly me, almost forgot my favorite part,” he said before his tongue began lapping against my taint. I had to bite down from the pillow, or else I’d be screaming for the whole establishment to hear.
He then dragged his tongue all the way from the base of my balls to my hole, plunging inside with very little resistance. Derek seemed to firmly lodged himself between my ass, almost making out with my hole at that point. By the time he pulled away, I was on cloud nine and ready to combust, leaving my pitiful mortal shell behind.
“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. I growled in annoyance.
“Can you just hurry up and fuck me already?” He chuckled behind me, slapping my ass, only this time it lacked the punishing bite.
“I should make you wait. That’ll be its own form of punishment, but I can’t wait either.” As soon as he said that, he was entering me. I cried out from the sudden moment, instinctively moving away, but his hands clamped down on my ankles and pulled me closer.
Once I was close enough for his satisfaction, he then gripped my hips and eased himself all the way to the base. I didn’t even have time to get acclimated to the stretch before he started moving, taking long, slow strokes and making my toes curl.
Derek already had a nice cock. It was long and girthy, but tonight it felt like it was replaced by someone else’s. Someone much thicker and longer.
Once I began to open up, he picked up speed. Soon enough, he was pistoning into me like a V8 engine. I couldn’t take it anymore and started to moan into the pillow, every thought zeroed in on one spot in particular.
He pulled out and flipped me over, his hands bracketing my hips and pushing them against my chest.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He slipped back inside and picked up the furious pace again as if nothing had happened, his eyes boring holes into the deepest parts of my soul.
“I’m so glad you walked into my life, Damon. Being with you just feels right.” There seemed to be a severe dichotomy. His words were so sweet that I could practically feel my heart twinge, but with the way he was pummeling my hole, it was a struggle to stay focused on what he was saying.
“I’m glad…I met…you too!”
“I love you, baby,” he said, claiming my mouth in a fiery kiss that left my head swimming. I was absolutely overwhelmed with sensory input and surprised that I still had the energy to stay conscious.
“I love you too, Derek.” It was such a simple little thing, admitting my love for him at that moment. He seemed to take it differently though, as his pace seemed to grow in intensity. I could only gape in disbelief and ecstasy as I experienced for the first time an Alpha in a rut.
I’m sure I would look back on this moment and smile fondly about how I was literally ravished by Derek—in a sexual manner, of course—but presently, I just enjoyed the time we spent together immensely.
My climax came fast and hot, warm spurts of come exploding out of my dick and landing on my stomach and chest. Derek pumped a few more times before giving in to his own release, his warm load seeming to fill me up to the point of spilling out.
That was when he knotted me, my hole stretching past its limits and essentially plugging my orifice. There was no chance of anything leaking out anytime soon.
Derek gathered me to his chest and flipped us over, placing me on top of him as we took a breather. This maneuver had become our routine lately whenever he gave me his knot. Part of me looked forward to these moments the most though, because there was no better way to wind down while being knotted than cuddling.
Leaning my head against his chest, his strong heart thumping underneath, it had an almost calming effect on me, almost lulling me to sleep. I decided to close my eyes briefly, full to the brim with contentment. Although unexpected, the day was magical, in its own special way. A lot had happened, but I couldn’t imagine going through it with anyone but Derek.
As my thoughts became hazy, my mind drifted away as the day’s events truly caught up with me. I was tired not only mentally but also physically.
I was gently shaken awake, opening my eyes to see Derek staring at me intensely. A sort of déjà vu briefly eclipsed my mind. Hadn’t we done this before?
“Sorry baby, but I’m not satisfied yet. Do you think you can continue? We took the edge off, but…” He trailed off, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
“If you’re okay with me just laying here, then go nuts. I don’t think I can move a muscle right now.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Thank you,” he said, as if I was doing him a huge service than the actual scenario called for.
With all things said and done, I was knotted three more times that night.
By the morning, I was so sore that I could barely walk. Derek ended up extending our stay by another night. He immediately began to panic seeing me in such a state. Derek was extremely worried about not only hurting me but the baby as well.
“Derek, relax. I may be exaggerating a little bit,” I don’t think I am, though. Only now do I understand what they mean when they say blowing someone’s back out, but I digress. “I just need time to recover is all. Why don’t you come lay down with me?”
Even assuring him that I was fine, it took some convincing for him to finally lay down next to me. It was a huge improvement compared to the agitated pacing he was doing earlier. He looked like a wild animal caught in a cage, ready to burst out at the first sign of opportunity.
By the next day, I felt much better. So much better, in fact, that I decided to wake Derek up with my lips around his soft cock. It didn’t stay for long though, I can tell you that much.
After taking care of morning wood, we checked out and were on our way. The early morning traffic was so light that the rest of the trip home passed by in a blur.
Finally pulling into the driveway, instead of heading to the front door, Derek walked to the side of the house, stopping near the back of the house. He had a contemplative look on his face, hands on his hips. He looked like a man who was up to something.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh nothing, just a little renovation,” he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
“A renovation?”
“Well, yeah. I still need my office, and I sure as hell don’t want you to give up your space just because we have a new addition to the family. My parents will probably take over the guest room sooner rather than later. A renovation seems like the best bet.”
I was touched beyond words. Even though I loved my library, I was fine with converting it into a nursery. It seems like I wasn’t the only one thinking of the future.
“I’m thinking we can convert the living room into the nursery, knock down that protruding wall separating the living room and the den, and bam!” he said, clapping both hands together, “we got a nursery and a playroom for our little guy?” I gave him a healthy dose of side-eye, as he came up with the idea just a little too easily. I wondered how long he’d been thinking of renovating the house, but in the end decided to put my trust in him. He owns a construction company, after all.
“Do you know a hot contractor to do all that work?” he chuckled, grabbing me and pulling me to his side.
“I think I may know a guy.”