My Future Husband

Chapter 11

Why does just looking at him make me feel like this? I lose all control around him, I forget every ounce of pain whenever my eyes meet his.

“Can we talk?” His muffled voice comes through the glass. I quickly undo all the locks, letting him slide inside.

Things have never really been awkward with us, one of the things I appreciated most about him from the moment we met is how comfortable I always was, but now there's a tension. It’s neither of our fault, it's not like we expected to be in this position.

“Do you want a coffee or something?” He nods, I point to one of the couches to make him sit down and quickly turn back on my machines. I honestly don’t know what this talk is going to be, I’m trying to read his eyes but I just can’t. He’s confused, and I can’t blame him.

Kage made me coffee so many times when we were in Italy, but as I stand staring at the mugs, I realise I’ve never made him one. “How do you take it?”

“Black, and sweet.” Just like you.

Not now, May.

Sitting down on the couch across from him, it feels so fucking weird. Even before anything happened between us, we’d always sit together, we'd always be touching one way or another. I want to touch him, I still want to make sure he’s real, but he isn’t even looking at me. He’s taking in this place, he's looking up to the ceiling knowing our son is sleeping above it.

Okay, whatever he decides, I’ll accept it. I need to let go of the childish fantasy.

“I want to apologise first, I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that.” That’s hilarious, that’s him losing his cool? That level of anger is what you get out of me when someone hangs the toilet paper the wrong way.

People who pull from the back need to get their heads looked at.

“Don’t be sorry, I think you’re taking this pretty well, all things considered.” He smiles slightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Wow... is your food as good as this?”

“My food is better.” I smirk into my own mug of fucking de-caff. Devil juice. The day that kid gives me my boobs back, is the day I start snorting espresso beans.

“I didn’t even know you could cook... Guess there’s a lot of things I didn’t know.” I didn’t tell him anything. I never made him food, he doesn't know my favourite song or what I’m allergic to. Everything with us was instinctual, built on our connection, but nothing more.

“Ask me anything. I promise you, I’ll answer it.” He finally lifts his eyes to look at me, and my breath stops in my throat. It’s been two years, but he’s exactly the same; the tattoos slowly creeping up his neck now, his arms firmer, his scars dominant yet sexy, but everything else about him, it still makes me weak.

“So your name is May?”

“Technically, it’s Maybelline, but only call me that if you want me to hit you.” He shakes his head with a smile, even now he can't help smiling. “What about you?” He squishes his eyebrows together. “I mean, I know you’re Kage, but I’m guessing it’s not like Cher, there must be a bit more than that.”

“Johnson.” He chuckles. “Kage Jerone Johnson. Jerone was my Grandfather’s name, and my dad’s, but everybody called him Jimmy.” Look at us, learning. “Want to explain to me how you got an NBA star to babysit?” I burst out laughing.

“Jesus, please tell me you’re not a fan, he’ll fucking live off that for weeks.” That fucking boy survives for the attention, especially if it makes Josh all possessive. “Milo and Jayce, they’re my brothers.” His jaw hits the floor.