Gabe nodded his head excitedly and said, “Night Aunt Leigha. Love you, too.” He ran inside the house, leaving the front door wide open, of course. If I didn’t know any better I would swear he was raised in a damn barn.
Leigha opened her car door before turning to me. “Night, bitch. Don’t masturbate too much. Gotta have something left for Gage when he gets home.”
Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “Bitch, please. Gabe sleeps with me most nights. No chance of any freaky business going on. And I’m sure the batteries are dead in B.O.B. anyway.”
Leigha laughed and got into her car. “See you tomorrow. Kiss kiss.” She waved out her window as she backed out of the driveway.
Walking up the sidewalk I looked into the dark night sky. Gage was the first person since Derek that I had let in. He knew about my past and didn’t judge me because of it. I was falling for him, hard and fast. Taking a deep breath, I walked into my house, closing and locking the door behind me.
Grabbing the remote I turned the television on. Gage was doing an inside interview with Sports Report in New Orleans before coming back to Fairhope. I was missing him since his last three games had been out of town. Maybe seeing his face would help my problem.
Gabe walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Can I have a snack mommy?”
“Sure, baby. What do you want?”
Gabe crinkled his face before saying, “Strawberries, please.”
As I made my way into the kitchen I heard Gabe yelling, “Mommy, Gage is on T.V.!”
Grabbing the strawberries from the refrigerator I sat them on the counter so I could see into the living room. I was welcomed by Gage’s bright blue eyes and killer smile on my television. He was laughing about something the reporter had just said and as he started talking Gabe interrupted, “Mommy, why do they like talking to Gage?”
“I guess because he’s so good.” I really wasn’t sure but that answer sounded good to me. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to talk to someone who sucked. Looking at the strawberries, I started slicing them into a bowl. I was listening to the interview and the welcomed sound of Gage’s voice.
“Mommy, who’s that lady?” Gabe asked, sounding confused.
Just as I brought my eyes to the television there was a picture of Gage and a red head. Her head was tucked into the crook of his arm and he was holding her close as they walked from the building to a black car. The reporter asked, “We haven’t seen much of you since becoming a daddy, but you were caught last night leaving the downtown hotspot, Sinners and Saints. Am I correct in guessing this pretty girl is your girlfriend?”
Feeling the knife slipping from my hands I let it fall to the counter. He didn’t say anything about going out last night when we talked earlier. I felt like I had just been punched in the heart. This fucking hurt.
“Mommy, are my strawberries ready?”
Sucking in a breath, I grabbed the bowl of strawberries and walked into the living room. Sitting down beside Gabe I handed him the bowl. “I guess that lady is Gage’s friend, baby,” I said fighting tears.
“I thought you were his friend,” Gabe said innocently.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Pulling Gabe closer to me I kissed the top of his head. “After you eat your snack, it’s bedtime.”
Gabe took a big bite and smiled. God, I loved that smile. “Ok, mommy.”
Staring at the television as Gabe devoured his strawberries, a million thoughts ran through my head.
Why did he go out?
Who was the red head?
Did they have sex?
Why didn’t he tell me he went out?
How can I explain to Gabe why Gage won’t be around anymore?
Am I not good enough?
Pretty enough?
Is he not happy with our sex?
Why does this hurt so damn much?
Should I give him the chance to explain?
“Mommy? Are you going to open the door?” Gabe asked, pushing my arm.
“Huh?” I looked down at him, confused.
“The door, mommy. Some body is knocking. Maybe it’s Gage. I miss him.”
Scooting off the couch I shook my head. “Trust me, it’s not Gage. He’s still in New Orleans. He won’t be back until sometime in the morning.” Seeing Gabe’s face fall broke my heart. How am I going to tell him he won’t be seeing Gage ever again? UGH! Sometimes being a mommy was the hardest job in the world.
Looking through the window I saw him. Gage was standing on my front porch. What the fuck? Opening the door just enough to get out but so Gabe wouldn’t see Gage I shut the door behind me. Gage was instantly pushing his hands into my hair, pulling me too him. Just when his lips brushed mine I pushed him back. I crossed my arms, taking a defensive stance. “What do you want?” I asked. Letting my hurt and anger come out with my voice.
Gage frowned and asked, “No hello kiss?”
Pursing my lips, I put my hands on my hips. “I don’t have time for this Gage.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Gage asked, confusion written all over his face.
“Not a damn thing. I just came to some realizations tonight while watching that entertaining interview of yours.”
Gage took a step back. “It was just some damn girl. I don’t know why you’re getting pissy about it. So what, I had a few drinks with some woman, I can do what the fuck I want. In case you forgot, we are not together. You were the one that told me you didn’t want a relationship, you weren’t ready. We are both free to do shit we want.”
“Go home, Gage. Fuck whoever, whenever. I’m done with your shit. I don’t need this. I know you did more than have a few drinks with that bitch. I know how you are. You need sex like I need fucking air. I’m not going to be your on-call bootycall. You can take your shit elsewhere.”
Gage narrowed his eyes and I could see his jaw ticking. A sign he was highly pissed. Good. “Stop being such a bossy, know it all bitch. We both agreed what this was. You can get pissed as fuck over something you think happened. That’s your problem, not mine.”
Throwing my hands up, exasperated, I yelled, “I don’t fucking think. I know what happened. It’s who you are, a man whore. And please, spare me the damn details. I don’t want to even think about your dick being shoved into someone else. I told you I’m done with your shit. I’m going inside to put my child to bed. When I come back downstairs, I don’t won’t you here.” Turning on my heal I opened the door and slammed it behind me, locking it.
“Who was it, mommy?” Gabe asked as he picked up his toy cars.
“It was no one important. Ready for bed, buddy?”
Gabe dropped his cars into the toys box and ran up the stairs. He really was my saving grace. My past may not be the best but my present and future are amazing, all because of that little boy. He changed my life and I will never be able to thank him enough.
Tucking Gabe into bed, I switched on his nightlight. “Sweet dreams, Gabriel. I love you.” I kissed his cheek and brushed the hair off his forehead.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite, mommy. Love you.”
Laughing, I shut off the light. “Night, baby.” I shut his door and slowly walked down the stairs.
Going to the front window I looked out, a part of me hoping I would see him. Gage’s car was gone. He was gone. For the first time in years I felt empty and alone. I was used to feeling numb until I met Gage. He made me feel alive again. Now, I felt the weight on my chest and the burning in my eyes welling up. I knew he was trouble. I should have trusted my gut instinct and told him to go to hell. Instead I followed my heart and look where that got me. I was alone, again. But this time it hurt so much more.