Opposite Attraction
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Regan shifted her head to look up at her husband. "Where are you off to so cheerfully? "
"Mom scheduled us a doubles match at her club. I think she 's showing me off. "
"At least she 's not doing it to try and marry you off anymore. " Regan flashed him a smile.
Simone remembered Audrey always trying to find the perfect wife for her son, before Regan had happened into his life. Then he 'd never had eyes for anyone else.
Zach sipped his coffee. "I think she 's trying to marry herself off. "
"Hmm, well then pick her a good one. " Regan laughed as she caught Tyler 's hand and let his fingers wrap around her finger.
Simone tucked her lips between her teeth to keep them from quivering at the sight. It was a precious sight.
She watched Tyler 's little head bob as he suckled his mother and his hand caressed her exposed skin. A lump caught in her throat and she swallowed it back.
Zach set his coffee mug on the table and bent down to kiss his son. His lips lingered on his forehead as Tyler continued to nurse. Then Zach lifted his head, gazed into his wife 's eyes and smiled before pressing a kiss on her lips.
"I 'll be back in a few hours. Can I get you anything? "
Regan 's cheeks flushed and she tried to fight the smile that Simone watched creep across her lips. "I 'm craving a chocolate candy bar. "
"I don 't know why I asked. " He kissed her again. "Goodbye my lovely, Simone. Ayez un beau jour. "
"Oui, " she said knowing it was always a nice day in his home and with his wife. "Give Madam Audrey my best, will you. "
"I will. " He kissed her on the cheek, picked up his coffee, and headed out the door.
Simone sat and watched as Regan skillfully turned Tyler around on her lap and he latched on to the other breast. She picked up her mug, hoping it didn 't seem as if she were staring. "Does that hurt? "
"Nursing? No. It 's an amazing experience. " Regan let out a breath. "But this will be the last week I nurse this big guy. As of Saturday we will begin to wean him. "
"Why? "
There was a slight smile that turned up the corners of Regan 's mouth, but Simone watched as she carefully controlled it.
"He 's getting big. He 'll be walking in a few months and it 's just time. "
Simone nodded. Would she enjoy nursing her child, she couldn 't help but wonder watching Regan look down at her son with such love in her eyes. One thing was for sure, mon1ey or no money, she wasn 't going to shuffle her child off as her parents had done to her. She 'd find a way to give her baby everything he or she would ever need, but mostly, she would give her baby love.
Once Curtis freed himself from the hospital, he spent the next day sleeping. His regular shift of thirty-six hours, added with being called in a day early, and then an accident on the highway, which kept him plenty busy for almost another day, he figured he was due.
It was hard to imagine having a job that didn 't keep you locked up for almost a week at a time. The better part was that he loved it.
On Sunday afternoon he headed to Cynthia 's to pick her up for dinner. He 'd promised her he 'd swing by a little early and look at a leaky faucet she had before they headed to his parents ' house. A plumber she was not, but he figured she was doing him a favor having dinner with him and his family. He hadn 't told her she was supposed to be a distraction, hoping that no one would bring up the fact that Simone had showed up to the wedding. It was the least he could do so he 'd do his best to fix the leak.
When Cynthia swung open the front door Curtis felt every muscle in his body, especially the ones in his jeans, stiffen. She was stunning. Her hair fell over her shoulders in loose, blonde curls, and how he was going to wiggle her out of those tight jeans he wasn 't sure, but he knew by the end of the night she 'd let him try.
Cynthia stepped forward, gripped his shoulders, and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips.
He smiled as she pulled away. "Well the last time you ate at my parents ' house it must have made a big impression on you. " He rested his hands on her hips to steady them both.
"Let 's just say after the week I heard you had, I figured you needed a little " she lifted her shoulders and let them fall, "head start on your after dinner festivities. "
Heat rose in his belly. Friends with benefits were wonderful. Even better, Cynthia knew that 's all they were.
"C 'mon. " She grabbed hold of his hand yanked him through the door. "Come look at this faucet. "
She pulled him into the kitchen. The contents from under the sink sat on the counter lined in rows. The doors exposing the underside of the sink were open and she had a flashlight ready for him.
Curtis knelt down and tucked his head under the counter. He turned on the flash light and gave all the pipes a look over. "When does it leak? "
"When I turn it on. " Which was what she proceeded to do and Curtis yelped, hitting his head on the drainpipe as he tried to hurry out of the confined space.
"I 'm sorry. " She was stumbling over him trying to turn off the water. "I didn 't think. Oh, Curtis " She stood laughing as he surfaced, face, hair, and shirt soaked. She covered her mouth. "Oh, I 'm so sorry. "
"Funny? "
She shook her head, but the laughter still rolled. "No. Nope, not at all, " she said but the next round of laughter broke free.
Curtis shook his head and leaned over the sink shaking the water from his hair. "You know what would really be funny? "
"What? "
"Seeing what you 'd look like all wet. " With that, he turned on the faucet, grabbed hold of the spray nozzle, and shot it in her direction.
Cynthia screamed and batted at the water while Curtis laughed.
When he turned off the water, she stood before him, her blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts, making the moment extremely seductive.
"Damn it, Curtis. Now I 'm twice as wet as you. " She held her arms out as water dripped in the floor.
"Oh, but paybacks are a bitch, honey. "
She blew a wet, curl from her face. "Fix the damn sink and mop up the mess. I have to change. "
"Are you sure? I 'm liking that white shirt you 've got on. "
"You 're a pig. Give me your shirt and I 'll throw it in the dryer. "