She seems relieved. “It’s okay. I don’t mind sleeping in this one.”
Wrinkles line his forehead. “Why don’t you want a bed a
ll to yourself?”
I slide my legs out of the bed and reach for my pants on the floor. As I slide them up, I say, “Callie’s going to sleep over more often and she’ll sleep in here with me, okay?”
His eyes meet mine and he nods. “Can I sleep in here, too?”
Fuck.
This is all new territory for us and I haven’t put enough thought into how to deal with it. I mess his hair. “There’s not really enough room. Callie’s a bed hog. Besides, you’ve got Elmo to keep company in your room.”
He thinks about that and nods again. “Yeah. He’ll miss me too much.”
I guide him towards the door and turn to give Callie a grin. She’s mouthing something smart at me. I ignore it and say, “Breakfast?”
“Toast, please,” she says as I close the bedroom door and give my attention back to Sean.
Best start to the day.
* * *
Me: What are you doing?
Callie: Is that code for what are you wearing?
Me: That could work, too.
Callie: I’m not telling you. You called me a bed hog this morning.
Me: I’ll go first then. I’m not wearing anything.
Callie: You don’t play fair, Luke Hardy.
Me: You love playing with me.
Callie: Dude, you haven’t even seen my A-game yet.
Me: I’m free on Saturday.
Callie: Really?
Me: Yeah, Paris is taking Sean out.
Callie: You’re on.
Me: What are you doing tonight?
Callie: I’ve got a hot date.
Me: Who the fuck with?
Callie: Settle. It’s with my neighbour. She’s cooking me dinner. Roast.
Me: You’re cheating on me. I’m your roast dealer.
Callie: What can I say? She makes it so good.