Stay With Me (She's With Me #2) - Jessica Cunsolo Page 0,41
clouds of joy? I always knew you were smart. Be there in 15
Just as I finish mixing the batter, the loud purr of an engine alerts me to Aiden’s arrival. Smiling, I rush to let them in before anyone rings the doorbell and wakes up my mom.
There are two adorable, mini-Aidens standing on my porch. They have some telling features that mark them apart, but I have difficulty remembering which features belong to which child. The difference between them and Aiden is striking. They’re so young and carefree, whereas you can tell that Aiden’s been forced to grow up, and has carried more than one type of burden for too long.
“Boys, where are your manners?” Aiden scolds them as he walks in and catches them throwing their shoes and jackets on the floor.
I close the door behind Aiden and tell the boys it’s okay, watching their faces turn bright red in the most adorable way.
Aiden wraps his arms around me and gives me a quick, chaste kiss that still manages to fry my brain and leave me smiling at him like an airhead.
“Ewwww!” The twins grimace at the same time.
Aiden chuckles and lets go of me. “Come on, boys. Go wash your hands so we can have breakfast.”
I point out the bathroom and as they walk away, the boy I now undoubtedly know is Jason mumbles to his brother, “Well, now we know why Aiden’s in such a good mood all the time.” I muffle a laugh but Aiden just smiles unabashedly.
After breakfast, Aiden grabs my giant, slightly overstuffed duffel bag from upstairs and shoves it in the trunk of the Challenger. I make coffee for my mom as a piece offering for when she wakes up, and we jump in the car, heading to the designated meeting spot.
We pull into Noah’s driveway, the first ones there. Charlotte opens the door for us, red faced and clearly embarrassed. I wonder what’s wrong with her. She closes the door behind us and as we walk in, I discover why she looked like that. She met Noah’s mom, Judy Adams.
“Noah, really. I’m just trying to help!” a motherly voice exclaims from the kitchen.
The three of us sit on the couch in the living room where we see Chase, who’s desperately trying not to laugh.
“Mom! You can’t just do that!” Noah argues, clearly annoyed.
“What’s going on?” I whisper to Charlotte when Noah’s agitated voice answers the question for me.
“You can’t just barge in my room and throw, like, a dozen different boxes of condoms at me!”
I slap my hands over my mouth so that a surprised laugh doesn’t escape. What did we just walk into?
“STDs are a thing, Noah! You’re going on vacation with your friends, you need to be safe,” Judy explains, and I’m so glad we got here in time for the entertainment.
“God, Mom! What is your deal? You’re so embarrassing!” Noah groans.
“I’m not ignorant, Noah. I know what goes on—”
“Jesus, Mom!” He cuts her off. “I don’t need my mommy buying me condoms! And eight boxes? Really? I’m going away for twelve days.”
“Well, I didn’t know which brand or size you—”
“This conversation is over! Canceled! I am officially canceling this conversation,” he states with finality.
My hands are still over my mouth, trapping the giggles just begging to escape. He storms out of the kitchen and into the living room so we can see him for the first time. He looks like he can’t decide whether to be extremely grossed out or super-annoyed and angry.
“Monkeys!” he exclaims, and the twins run and jump on him, tackling him to the ground. They fall to the floor in a laughing heap.
Judy walks into the room a few seconds later. “Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Aiden. I didn’t hear you come in.”
She’s a tiny woman. She must be a whole foot shorter than Noah. She has the same smiling, pale-green eyes as him, and the same bright, white smile. Her straight brown hair is cut just above her shoulders, and I’m struck that this is the woman Noah always describes. She doesn’t look scary in the least.
After Aiden says hi to her I introduce myself and we talk for a bit. She’s honestly one of the nicest women I’ve ever met, and it’s clear that Noah gets at least some of his sense of humor from her. When the doorbell rings again, I’m the one who goes to answer it. Julian, Mason, and Annalisa walk in, and before I can say anything,