Chapter 325
We head to the kitchen and the moment we get there, I move to grab a pan, but Adrian gently nudges me toward one of the bar stools.
“Sit,” He commands.
“I can help p>
“You can supervise,” he says. “Doctor’s orders p>
“But I p>
He raises a brow. “No buts, just do as I say p>
I roll my eyes but take the seat anyway. “You’re so bossy p>
He chuckles, “And you’re stubborn as fuck p>
“I got it from my Mama.” I say proudly.
“I haven’t met her, but from the stories you’ve told me, I don’t doubt it one bit p>
I watch him move around the kitchen like he’s done this a thousand times before.
“And your dad?” he asks. “I’ve never heard you mention him p>
I sigh and shift more comfortably in the chair. “That’s because I don’t know him p>
“Don’t know him as in you’ve never met him, or he left when you were a kid?” he asks, pouring the eggs into the pan.
“I’ve never met him,” I answer. “Mom never talked about him, and any question about him was shot down faster than the Flash could move. Hell, even my grandma didn’t know who my dad was p>
Grandma died two years after I finished college, and even she had no idea. Mom had simply shown up one day when she was around four months pregnant and told her she was going to be a grandmother.
When Grandma asked who the father was, Mom told her it wasn’t important.
“What about pictures? His name? Your birth certificate p>
“Nothing. My birth certificate only has Mom’s name on it p>
“I’ve heard that growing up without a parent can’t be… difficult… Was it the same for you?” he asks, pausing to look at me.
“Not at all,” I say honestly. “I had so much love around me that it barely registered… My best friend’s dad was like a father to me, and so was my baby daddy’s father. I was surrounded by so many father figures that I never really missed him p>
“I guess I’ll have to personally thank each and every one of those father figures,” Adrian says with a small smile. “I just hope they won’t shoot me in the head for daring to date you p>
I can’t help but laugh. “They might p>
He stops stirring the eggs. “Please tell me you’re joking p>
I laugh again. “Uncle Gabe used to tell us he’d bury any man who tried to date us… He’d say he didn’t want any boys, lips, or peckers anywhere near us p>
Adrian just stands there, staring into space like he’s seriously reconsidering his life choices, and that only makes me laugh harder.
“Did I scare you?” I ask, trying to suppress my laughter.
Do I look scared?” he asks with bravado.
“Yes,” I say immediately. “You absolutely look very scared p>
“No, I don’t p>
“Yes, you do… you look like you’re about to run for the hills,” I tease.
“I’m a big boy,” he mutters. “I can handle them p>
“Whatever you say, big man,” I grin.
“Anyway,” he says after a moment, “have you ever thought about looking for your real dad p>
“Maybe once or twice,” I reply. “But that was before I realized he probably abandoned us, and that’s why Mom doesn’t like talking about him p>
It was a hard pill to swallow at first, but eventually I got over it.
“I’m sorry about that, Princess,” Adrian says softly. “But I’m also really glad you still got the love of a father, even if it wasn’t through blood p>
I smile at that. “I thank my lucky stars for them… They were always there for me when I needed them p>
Adrian walks around the counter and kisses my temple before placing a plate of food in front of me.
Eager to eat, I immediately take a bite of the pancake.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “This tastes so good p>
Adrian laughs. “I guess those cooking lessons on TV are paying off p>
“They really are,” I mumble around another bite. “This tastes like heaven p>
“I’m glad you like it,” he says with a smile. “Maybe I should quit my job and become your personal chef p>
I chuckle. “Eh… we’d probably never get anything done around here p>
After that, we eat while talking about random things. By the time we’re finished, I’m so full I don’t think I can move from my chair.
“I think I just had a food orgasm,” I mumble, gently patting my stomach.
Adrian chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that one before p>
“I swear it exists,” I say. “It happens when the food hits just the right spot p>
“I don’t know about that, but I’d rather not experience it,” he says with a smirk. “I only know one kind of orgasm, and it’s the only one I prefer p>
My smile drops as I stare at him, all the humor vanishing from my face.
“Is that an offer?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he just gives me a sexy grin before changing the subject.
“Any plans for the day p>
“Yeah… I have yoga at nine,” I reply, pushing thoughts of sex and orgasms out of my head.
“Perfect,” he says. “Then go get ready while I clean up here… I’ll drive you p>