Devin—St. Patrick’s Day
If I’d known living with Serena and Andrew could be so fun and fulfilling, I’d have moved them into my apartment sooner. Andrew was excited to have us together, and ecstatic when I hung airplanes in his room.
“Do you want an airplane hanging above the bed, too?” I asked Serena as we watched Andrew take in his plane themed room, including a bed that looked like a cockpit.
“On the ceiling?” she asked. “I think I’d rather a mirror.”
My dick jerked to full mast. “Jesus, woman.” I pressed it against her backside.
She turned her head and smiled. “At least one part of you likes that idea.”
I’d never put much stock in what commitment could do for me, but I discovered that going to bed and waking up with Serena by my side was like a dream come true. Andrew was the cherry on top, finishing off this wonderfully sweet life. It had been less than a week, and yet, I knew without a doubt, it would be like this for the rest of my life.
The only cloud hanging over us was the St. Patrick’s Day party at the Roarke and what my mother might do. Serena had opted to stay away from the Roarke the rest of the week to avoid a run in. I couldn’t blame her and yet I didn’t want my life to be spent on eggshells around my mother.
“You can’t avoid her forever,” I said as I put on my suit for the St. Patrick’s Day event. I wore a black suit with a green tie.
“I can try. I don’t know why I have to go. Nikita excused me from the event.”
“She excused you so you could be my date. Andrew and your parents are coming too. My father and sister have promised me they’ll contain her.”
She quirked a disbelieving brow at me. I couldn’t blame her. Even with my sister and father, I wasn’t sure my mother was containable. Of course, I’d threatened to expose her heinous attempt to keep me from knowing my son if she messed this evening up for me. She wouldn’t behave for her family, but she might to protect her reputation.
Serena was complaining, but she dressed for the event. When she emerged wearing the emerald green dress that accentuated all her luscious curves, I nearly acquiesced the request to skip the event in favor of taking her out of the dress.
Her expression suggested she knew what I was thinking. “The lingerie is green lace.”
“You don’t play fair,” I said, tugging her to me.
“All’s fair in love and war.”
“Did you know there’s a secret powder room in the Roarke? I might have to show it to you.”
She grinned. “Is that all you’ll show me?”
I kissed her hard to let her know I’d show her whatever she wanted.
Thirty minutes later, Serena, Andrew, and I were up in the Roarke. We were lucky that night was crisp and clear, giving a beautiful view of the city lights from the restaurant.
“Is this the fancy place?” Andrew asked as we entered the restaurant.
“It is.” I felt like the luckiest man alive as I held my son’s hand, and had my other arm around Serena.
“There’s the family of the hour,” Nikita said approaching us.
“Your mother is already here. Your father and sister have her in the lounge. She’s upset at the menu. She also thinks silver would have been better with green decor instead of gold—”
“Gold is at the end of the rainbow, not silver,” I quipped.
“I know. She’s grumbling a bit about appearances and living in sin. I suspect that’s about you two.”
“So, what you’re saying is that my mother is acting her usual self,” I said.
“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.” Nikita smiled. “By the way, the Irish mutton stew is a hit. It’s possible we’ll run out. Oh, and Rena, your parents are here too. They’re out on the terrace. We’re lucky that it’s unseasonably warm tonight.”
“Thank you, Nik. I appreciate it.” I looked at Serena. “Shall we go meet our guests?”
“I’m going to take Andrew to my parents. You meet your guests.”