Page 62 of Succeeding Love
“Come on, Preston’s mom,” one boy yelled. “Come eat with us!”
I looked at the name of the restaurant and laughed. ‘Dicks’ was not what I had in mind. At least….not for a restaurant….
“What do you say?” Vin smirked. “Does dick sound good?”
“Quit,” I slapped his chest.
“I meant the restaurant,” he husked in my ear. “What were you thinking?”
I bit my lip, knowing my blush would not fade soon.
“Come on, mom!” Preston yelled. “We’ve got two extra seats!”
Lord, I can not believe that I’m going to be eating at a restaurant called ‘Dicks’ with my son and the man I just spent the better part of the afternoon showing my naked mole rat to. This ought to be fun.
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Vin
“Pop a squat, Trude,” Coach Cabrera slapped his hand down on the empty seat beside him.
I tried not to laugh at the ridiculous paper hat he was wearing on his head. Most of the kids had on the crudely made paper hats, all with different offenses written on them.BED WETTER, BOOGER MUNCHER, I SUCK MY THUMB, were just some things written on the front of the hats. Coach Cabrera’s hat saidOLD FART.The coach sitting beside him, Anderson, I think his name was, didn’t have on a hat. I guess he wasn’t as good of a sport as his boss.
“I like your hat,” Lynn giggled, pressing her lips together as her eyes smiled adorably.
“Thanks. I think we need to get y’all some too,” Coach Cabrera started snapping his fingers for a server.
“You’re going to love this, mom,” Preston said loudly to her, talking over the noise of his friends. He had on a hat that saidMAMA’s BOY.“They have to be rude to you.”
I laughed, catching that from when we came in. The host asked “what do you want?” Then just pointed to the door leading out, waving his hand like he didn’t have the time or care to lead us here. Even the door was labeled push, even though we hadto pull it to get outside. Lynn looked fucking adorable, trying to force it to open the wrong way.
The server, a college age girl smacking away loudly on a piece of gum, walked over with a bored expression. “What do you want now?” She grumbled.
“Hats! Hats! Give ‘em hats!” One boy yelled loudly.
The server curled her lips in distaste. “I’m busy.”
“Let me do it!” Another boy yelled, his hat sayingCOOTIE KING.He got up like he was about to walk to a stack of paper sitting on a counter not far away.
“Eww, no. Keep your cooties to yourself.” With one last eye roll, she walked over to the pile of paper and started writing on two large sheets aggressively with a sharpie.
“Where’s your hat?” Lynn asked the assistant coach.
He had a bored, irritated expression, but perked up as she spoke. It irritated the shit out of me.
“I, uh, guess I got overlooked.”
“Nuh, uh. You said the hats were stupid,” the teen sitting next to Preston said with a small smile.
The assistant coach’s face turned sour again.
“Aw, I think it’s fun. You should get one,” Lynn laughed softly, adjusting the hat on her son’s head. Preston was totally a mama’s boy. He looked proud even while his friends started to snicker and tease him.
“Maybe I will,” Anderson murmured, looking back at the server. “Hey, um, can I get one of those too?”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, but got another sheet of paper ready.
The assistant coach smirked until he saw my arm slip around the back of Lynn’s chair. He was smitten. Anyone could tell, which I suspect was what most of the boys were snickering and whispering about now. Even Coach Cabrera looked amused.