Page 13 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
Hahaha no. You’re up late. How is your son?
He’s OK. He fell asleep in my bed, but I just put him in his, and he stayed asleep. Miracle.
Glad to hear it. Is your sister still there?
No, she went home. Did you have fun tonight?
Yes.
Did you have to dance?
NO, thank god. Aunt Irene let me be. She means well, but she drives me crazy.
Why?
Always bothering me about why I’m not married, don’t I want a family, I work too much, the clock is ticking, etc.
Do you work too much?
I sighed and answered honestly. Yes. But I love what I do, and I worked my ass off to get where I am.
Do you want to get married and have kids?
I knew what he meant, but I had to tease him. It’s a little soon for that, isn’t it?
Ha. I guess I did just accidentally propose, didn’t I? Oops.
Don’t worry. I won’t hold you to it. I do want it eventually. I just don’t like the way people bug me about it. Like I have an expiration date or something.
My family bugs me too. They try to tell me how to live my life, raise my son, point out everything I’m doing wrong. Then they guilt me for not coming around enough.
Yes! God, why can’t people leave well enough alone? Tonight I was told I’m not getting any younger, I’m too picky, and I’m unapproachable.
I approached you once.
With your smooth Harry Potter pickup line.
That was so ridiculous.
Hey, it worked.
It did. So clearly you are not that picky.
That made me smile. You didn’t even need a line tonight. I ran right into you.
You did. I quite enjoyed it.
There was a long pause, during which I chewed my lip and considered the interesting places this little conversation could go. Maybe we hadn’t gotten a second round in the closet, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still have some fun tonight. So. What are you up to now?
Just lying here.
Me too.
Are you in bed?
Yes. I took a breath and wiggled my toes, which I do automatically when I’m excited about something. Are you?
Yes.
