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“Theo.” He nodded and picked Dylan up from the floor. “I’ve got to head out, little guy, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed the top of his head and set him back down.
I moved to walk Dexter out and he urged me not to. “You sure?” I asked, ignoring Theo who’d set down the roses and was clamoring around the kitchen.
“Yeah. I know my way out.” He turned and left.
It was only when the door shut behind him that I realized he’d never told me the reason for his visit.
“Let’s put the baby to bed early tonight,” Theo suggested as he came up behind me.
I glanced at the bouquet and leaned my head back against his chest. Red was the wrong color. But red was spending the night making love with Theo, which was exactly what happened.
Noa
I lookedover at eighteen-year-old Dexter who was gripping theohshitbarabove the passenger side window, his eyes on the road with a mild look of panic. I chuckled, and he told me to watch where I was going.
“Nervous, Dexter?” I asked, facing the windshield again. It wasn’t like I hadn’t driven before. But he wasn’t used to going this fast. He was very careful, always going the limit. I pushed the limit like following rules was against my religion.
“No,” he said before swallowing.
I laughed and pulled over, kicking up dirt and rocks in the process. We were on the quiet side of town and even if it wasn’t dusk, I wouldn’t care.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over to unbuckle his while smiling into his neck. I felt his pulse hammer against my lips. “I’m not afraid to go a little fast,” I whispered, licking my lips.
When my lips pressed wet against his skin, he stiffened. I leaned back, worried it’d been too much.
He exhaled before grabbing me. His fingers shoved into my hair and his other hand gripped my face before his lips took mine.
He had me. And Ilovedit.
Dexter got to second base that night. And I got to know Dexter in a way that made my thighs clench.
They could call us crazy kids, and maybe we were crazy. But it wouldn’t have been right to call us kids. There were lifetimes between us. And each time he kissed me, it was like remembering them all. Every touch was a reminder.
Feel that? Remember?
We were ageless.
Noa
Phoebe’s birthdayparty invitation sat on my kitchen table beside her present. Of course. And I was rushing, running late with Dylan on my hip. He tugged at my shirt, and I removed his tight grip and set him on the floor. He proceeded to wail while I groaned.
“Come on, papa. Mommy has to do a few things and then we’ll be on our way.” I grabbed a pen from the junk drawer and signed the birthday card.
Before I could think better of it, I set the card down with some crayons in front of my screaming baby. It took him a moment to settle down and begin to draw, but I figured it bought me a few minutes.
It was moments like these that I realized how much I relied on Theo to keep an eye on Dylan while I scrambled with last-minute details. But he was at the hospital, probably saving someone’s life. Some things took precedence over your frazzled girlfriend.
I checked and double checked his diaper bag, then made sure the gift was presentable in its party bag surrounded by colorful tissue paper—because I was terrible at wrapping and didn’t have the time to even try. I ran to the bathroom and checked my appearance.
I wasn’t hot.
I wasn’t even sure I was related to the girl who’d been bold enough to rock blue hair and red lipstick. But my earrings were still in, and I managed to pull off a denim-on-denim ensemble without looking too much like a mom. I ran Chapstick over my lips before I heard Dylan’s unsteady steps as he looked for me.
“Ready?” I asked him, walking out of the bathroom with a grin, as if he’d answer me. I gathered him, his diaper bag, and the present in my arms.
We made our way outside and I was fortunate enough to have just missed the rain, only having to deal with the muggy aftermath. I locked the door and headed toward my car—the first car I’d ever owned.
The sedan wasn’t fancy. I just needed something that would take me and Dylan wherever we needed to go. Something reliable that made me feel more like an adult. Like a mother.
