Back to You(29)

“How about—”
“How about Chuck E. Cheese?” Lauren said, cutting Michael off.
“Yeah!” Erin cheered, jumping up and down, and Lauren squatted down to help her put her backpack on.
Michael smiled half-heartedly, running the back of his hand over his eyes. He had wanted to take her to one of the restaurants Dean told him about. After all, Chuck E. Cheese wasn’t the kind of place where they could sit down and have an uninterrupted conversation.
Although, maybe that was exactly what Lauren had in mind when she suggested it.
“Okay, so I’ll just meet you over there?” Lauren said as she stood, looking at Michael.
“Sounds good,” he said, forcing a smile. As Erin ran to him and hugged him around the leg, his smile turned genuine as he looked down at her and placed his hand on her head.
“Alright, I’m just gonna grab my things.” She turned her attention to Erin and winked. “See you in a little bit.”
As soon as she had disappeared back inside the classroom, Erin grabbed his hand and started towing him rolled her eyes"> shoulder toward the door. “Come on, Daddy! Come on! We’re going to have dinner with Miss Lauren!”
And he laughed as she dragged him toward the exit, because he was just as excited as she was.

Lauren and Michael sat at a booth with two substandard salads on the table between them, surrounded by the sounds of bells ringing and children yelling and laughing. Erin remained in Michael’s line of sight, just as she promised, running around the Toddler Zone as she waited for her pizza to arrive.
“Sorry about this,” Michael said, gesturing toward the salads. “We didn’t have to come here.”
“That’s okay,” she said before she turned to look at Erin. “She’s having fun. She’ll sleep great tonight,” she added with a laugh, and Michael smiled.
“How long have you been teaching preschool?”
“About two months.”
Michael raised his eyebrows, and she nodded. “Yeah. My first day was Erin’s first day.”
“No shit?” he said, immediately cupping his hand over his mouth as he looked around.
Lauren tried not to laugh, and Michael looked down at his salad and chuckled. “So what were you doing before that? Were you in school?”
“No, I was still teaching,” Lauren said. “Except I taught kindergarten. I’m working at the day care now while I get my master’s degree.”
“Oh yeah? What are you going for?” Michael asked.
“Child psychology.”
Michael looked up at her, and she glanced at him before she cleared her throat and rooted through her salad.
“So, what do you do?” she asked.
“I work construction.”
“Oh, that’s right. A bin knocker.”
Michael smiled. “A tin knocker.”
She glanced up at him with an embarrassed laugh. “Clearly, I have no idea what that is.”
He flicked a piece of wilted lettuce with his fork as he laughed. “I fabricate and install ductwork in the heating and cooling systems of buildings.”
“Oh,” she said. “That sounds…difficult.”
“Nah,” he said with a dismissive shake of his head. “It pays the bills though, for now. I’m going back to school part time.”
Lauren looked up at him and smiled, and he swallowed hard as his stomach flipped. It wasn’t the strained, polite smile she’d been giving him for the past two months. It was his favorite smile.
The same proud smile she wore in the graduation picture.
“Good for you,” she said. “What are you going for?”
“Mechanical engineering,” he said, looking away and hoping she couldn’t see how thrown he was by her reaction.
“Here you go,” the waitress said as she brought the pizza to the table, and Erin came running out of the Toddler Zone when she saw it arrive.
“I’m hungry,” she said, hopping up onto the bench next to Lauren, who scooted over with a smile.
“Hold on, honey, let’s clean your hands first.”
Michael watched as Lauren reache a little tighter around herselfyn the d in her purse for a sanitizing wipe and gently cleaned Erin’s hands.
The heavy ache settled in his chest again, and he distracted himself by handing out slices of pizza to everyone.
“Yummy!” Erin said as she chewed her first bite, and Michael looked down at the second-rate pizza on his plate, complete with goopy red sauce and orange cheese.
“Yeah, yummy,” he deadpanned, and Lauren giggled to herself as she took a sip of her water.
Michael picked up his pizza and took a bite, and when he lifted his eyes, he froze. Lauren was watching him, and her eyes were glassy with what looked like unshed tears.