Page 85 of A Simple Regret

I’m smiling from ear to ear as I make my way to the booth where Dad and Theo wait. “Hi, Theo,” I greet as I slip inside the booth beside him.

He throws his arms around my neck and hugs me tightly. But then, he looks up and sees Camden. “Cam! I pwaydid with Papa.”

“I heard. Did you have a good time?” he asks, taking off his coat.

“Cam sit!” Theo proclaims, pointing to the bench beside him.

“I thought you wanted to sit by Mommy?” Dad asks.

“Cam!” my son insists.

I slide out of the booth and prepare to give up my seat. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but honestly, I love the bond they’re forming.

“I can sit across from you by Papa,” Camden insists, knowing this is probably hurting my heart a bit.

“No, Cam,” Theo states, reaching for his lidded cup of white milk and taking a drink.

“It’s okay, I’ll sit with my dad,” I state to Cam, moving out of the way so he can sit beside my son.

“What all did you do with Papa?” Camden asks.

“We pwaydid cars and eatdid pizza. And I gots to sweep in my big boy bed.”

“Were you a good boy for Papa?” I ask.

“Yep!”

“He was an angel,” Dad insists, a fondness in his smile and eyes.

“What can I get you two to drink?” the server asks as she approaches our table.

When Camden indicates for me to go first, I request, “I’ll have a coffee and ice water, please.”

“Same,” Camden orders, pushing a menu toward me.

“Let me guess, you already know what you’re having,” I say, taking the menu and scanning the breakfast section.

“Of course,” he replies with a grin.

“I have pancakes,” Theo states. “You wike pancakes?” he asks Camden.

“I love them, especially with big, juicy strawberries on top.”

I lower my chin, feeling my face blush. There was something so dirty about that innocent statement. It sends heat rushing between my legs, and I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t think that was possible right now. Not after two orgasms last night and another three this morning. By the time we were done in the shower I could barely stand, let alone walk. I was spent, my body like Jell-O. I was completely sated in the best way.

“Mommy, you get pancakes?”

“Actually, that sounds delicious. I think I’ll get pancakes,” I tell my son, closing the menu and setting it to the side.

“Papa, pancakes?”

“Nope, I’m getting biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon.”

“Camden, pancakes?”

“I’m getting the meat-lovers skillet, little dude. It has biscuits and gravy, eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon,” Cam says.

“Bacon?”