Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(19)

He missed his wife dearly, still holding on to their cherished memories, but he really regretted having his son at such a late age. But Clinton was the type of man to look towards the future. He would not let his past gloom affect his judgment for the future. That was why it was imperative his son look for a girl now, to stop the cycle of conceiving a baby at an older age.

“Dad, I can’t just go up to some random girl, ask her to sleep with me, then marry her. It doesn’t work that way with me.” Hunter interrupted his father’s train of thought.

“You’ve been doing that already. So just ask the question once you’ve done with the sleeping bit.” Clinton half-heartedly argued with his son’s statement.

“Dad, I told you I can’t. I need to love the girl. When my time comes, I’m sure I’ll find the right one for me.”

“But if you get the girl pregnant, wouldn’t you have to marry her?” Clinton took in his son’s suggestion, smiling at the thought. “Yes, that could be a very strong possibility. Then you could marry the girl.”

“Dad, I won’t get a girl pregnant. I practice safe sex, so don’t dream about that,” he declared.

“Well, how do you propose to go about getting a family, then? I’m not getting any younger. I want to see my son married.” Clinton was back to square one again.

“I can’t answer that for you.” Hunter folded his arm and relaxed into the chair next to his father, having had enough of the massaging now, since his tactic of sweet action didn’t work on his father. The man was just so adamant on finding him the perfect girl.

“You’re not making this old man happy.” Clinton moaned like a child whose toy had been taken away.

“Ah, come now, Dad. Stop acting like a kid.” Hunter patted his father’s hand in comfort. “I’ll call Betty to make you your favourite chocolate cookies. Okay?” He turned towards the main house and shouted, “Betty, make Dad something to eat. He’s upset again.”

Betty was Hunter’s stepmother, or more precisely their housemaid who had turned into his stepmother. His father had remarried when Hunter turned sixteen. No woman was like Betty. She was amazing. In fact, she was the only woman he could tolerate living in the same house. She was a sweet soul, and he was glad when she agreed to marry his father.

Betty, upon hearing Hunter’s shout, came rolling out of the kitchen door at the back of the house, dressed in an apron, a rolling pin in her hand. Her face was white, covered in flour. She must be baking again, Hunter thought.

“Betty, what are you doing? You have flour all over your face,” Hunter said as Betty got closer.

“I was cooking something for Clinton,” she said, waving the rolling pin in her hand.

“Right,” Hunter said, nodding his head.

Betty came closer and sniffed him.

“Master Hunter, did you bathe in alcohol? You stink. Go and clean up.” Betty pushed Hunter towards the house entrance.

“I didn’t bathe in it, Betty, but a maniac woman suddenly thought it would be fun to spray me with the alcohol she was about to ingest.”

“Serves you right, Master Hunter, for always changing your women like you change your clothes.”

“She’s not my woman, Betty,” Hunter retorted.

“I’m sure you’ll be chasing her up until she becomes your woman. Am I right, Master Hunter?” Betty teased.

“Argh, all right, all right, enough with the master,” Hunter said, wanting to shake his stepmother. She had been his mother for over six years now, and not once did she ever call him her son, always referring to him as Master. Maybe she was scared he might be like one of those kids who would resent her for marrying his father. Well, at first he did resent her for coming into his father’s life, stealing away all his attention, but after seeing how Betty had lightened his father’s life, he’d given in.