Until December (Until Her/Him #8)(51)

“Babe, they aren’t the kinda kids who mind being around people. They’ll be fine,” he assures me with a soft look.

“They haven’t even met my parents yet,” I remind him.

“So let’s set something up. Memorial Day isn’t for another week. Ask your mom and dad if they want to come to my place for dinner this Saturday, and they can meet the boys then.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, and he stops the cart and turns fully toward me.

“Why do you keep asking if I’m sure, when I’m the one giving you a solution to a problem you’re having an issue with?”

“I don’t know.” I let out a breath. I really don’t know. I think I’m still in shock. I can’t believe he loves me and how good things are between us. Honestly, I keep waiting for some kind of drama to happen, because everything seems too good to be true. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t told him that I love him. I don’t want to jinx myself or us.

“Babe, relax. The boys will be all right whether they meet your parents now or then, but if it’ll make you feel better, ask your parents to come over for dinner.”

“I’ll ask them over for dinner,” I decide.

He laughs shaking his head. “Now that that’s done what are we gonna do for dinner tonight?”

“I thought Max wanted meatloaf.” I frown, pretty sure that’s the reason we came to the store after we picked up Mitchell from practice.

“Mitchell doesn’t want meatloaf.”

“Yeah, but Mitchell got to pick dinner last night, so it’s only fair that Max gets to pick tonight,” I tell him, thinking that we sound like a married couple discussing their children and not a couple who have only been dating for a couple months.

“True, meatloaf it is then,” he agrees, and I lean into his side as we continue down the aisle. “I’m having Mom pick up the boys the rest of this week.”

His statement catches me off guard and I stop in my tracks. “Why?” I ask. I’ve gotten used to having him and Max show up at my apartment until it’s time to pick up Mitchell, and then having dinner with him and the boys every night.

“Sorry, baby. I have a couple big projects at the shop I’m working on, and a few tattoo clients have been asking me to sketch some stuff up for them. I’ve put them off as long as I can, so after tonight, I probably won’t be home until after six.”

Work. How could I forget he works two jobs to take care of his boys? I can’t be upset about that. “I can pick up the boys if you want,” I say without thinking then wonder if that is too much. Yes, we have conversations like this thing between us is settled, but the truth is it’s very new. And I don’t even know if the boys would want me picking them up. “I mean, if your mom is busy, I don’t mind picking them up. I’m sure they want to spend time with her.”

“I’ll talk to the boys.”

“Talk to us about what?” Mitchell asks, appearing from behind us holding a box of cereal.

“I gotta do some overtime this week. I was just telling December that I won’t be home until after six, and she said she could pick you two up from school if Grandma is busy,” Gareth replies as Mitchell places the box he’s holding in the cart.

“Can you pick me up even if Grandma isn’t busy?” Max asks startling me, and I meet his gaze. “Grandma’s always dragging me around to run errands. I’d rather just go home after school and hang with you.”

“I’d rather hang with you too,” Mitchell agrees, and I want to jump up and down but I control the urge.

“You sure you’re cool with picking them both up and staying with them?” Gareth asks.

“I get off work at 3:30, so I have plenty of time to make it over to Max’s school before he gets out, and we can either wait for Mitchell or go home until—” I shake my head. “I mean, go back to your place until he’s ready to get off. Plus, I like spending time with the boys,” I explain, looking between the two of them.

“Awesome,” Max says, making me smile.

“Just don’t act like you’re so excited when your grandma finds out about this change of plans. She’s going to be disappointed that she isn’t getting to spend time with you two,” Gareth tells them, and I start to feel guilty.

After breakfast with Gareth’s mom last week, I learned quickly that her boys are her boys, and although she was very nice to me, I could still tell she considered me an intruder.

“Grandma will be cool. We’ll just go to her place on the weekends. Plus, that will give you and December time alone,” Mitchell says, and I feel warmth spread up my neck to my cheeks.

“Why would they need time alone? They’re alone all night after we go to bed,” Max tells him, and then he looks at me. “Why don’t you ever stay to have breakfast with us in the morning?”

“Wh-what?” I sputter.

“You always leave super early, like… it’s still totally dark out.”

Oh my God. How long have they known I’ve been sleeping there?

“I’m just saying you could have breakfast with us, since you’re sleeping over.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to know she’s been staying over,” Mitchell says dryly, and Max frowns at him.