Double Daddy Trouble

“You look a lot tanner, and well you know stronger.”

“Yeah, SEALs make you beef up,” he responded shaking it off.

“And a lot more hair,” I said with a little laugh. “I don’t think I ever saw you with a beard before.”

He rubbed his chin as he thought about this.

“I could shave it if you don’t like it,” he finally said. “Though you might want to wait and try it out first.”

“What do you mean try it out. I’ve already kissed you. It kinda tickles.”

“I know. I figured you might enjoy the sensation,” Hawk added looking down the line of my body till the table cut it off.

I blushed and looked away.

“I’m not the only one that looks different either,” he retorted.

“Savannah was the one that got me all like this. I don’t normally do this,” I explained as I tried to smooth down my hair.

“I know that, but I wasn’t talking about your hair or make-up.”

His eyes fell on my breast.

“I know I’m kind of bursting. It was a pre-pregnancy dress.”

“Trust me, I’m not complaining,” he gave me a wicked grin.

We spent the rest of the meal talking about old times. It was nice to forget all that happened in the six years between and just enjoy being in each others company.

Two glasses of wine and the seafood Alfredo later and the night was winding down. We were both hesitatings at the table not wanting the night to end but both unsure about asking it to continue.

“I don’t know if you have to head back home anytime soon, but I thought maybe we could go back to my place for drinks,” he said as he passed back the paid bill to the waiter.

I bit my lip. I didn’t know why I was feeling so nervous. I had been with Hawk a million times. Granted that was years ago, but it’s not like it was an all-new person.

“Actually,” I said putting a lock of hair behind my ear. “Savannah planned to stay the night so…”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you,” he responded trying his best to hid his pleasure at my response.

I gave a weak smile in return.

“That is unless you have other plans,” I kidded.

“Oh hell no,” he responded taking my arm and walking me back to the car.

I was full of nerves now as we drove on to his house. I kept my thoughts to myself as we pulled into the driveway of his small but newer townhouse. I just took in the rooms as he walked us in and went to the bar to pour some drinks.

The place was a little bigger than my own, but looked like it was still a show model. Nothing was done to it to make it personalized. He didn’t even have a couch, just a simple chair that faced a blank wall.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” I said sarcastically as he handed over a tumbler with a golden liquid.

He looked the room over like he just realized for the first time it might not be up to par.

“I thought you said you’ve been home for a few weeks. It looks like you just got here.”

He shrugged.

“I guess it could use a little bit of sprucing up. Nothing that a little girl and her mommy couldn’t handle.”