Irresistible (Neighbor from Hell #11) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,2
when she was too weak to do it herself so that she could hug the toilet for a few hours.
He had no idea that his brother was the father because they hadn’t told him and when he found out that they’d kept him in the dark he would probably never talk to her again. This was really turning out to be the best day ever, Melanie thought dryly even as she had to wonder where her order of pancakes with extra butter, syrup, and bacon was.
“No, he won’t,” Rebecca promised her with a shake of her head. “He’ll just decide that gives him even more rights to be the godfather.”
That was true…
Lucifer did seem rather determined to be the baby’s godfather, Melanie mused, glancing in his direction to find him sitting at the bar, glaring down at a stack of papers, which brought up a completely different subject.
“Aren’t you supposed to be writing a paper?” Melanie asked, returning her attention to Rebecca to find the other woman shrugging.
“I finished it, but he wasn’t happy with my choice of font and felt that my introduction wasn’t exciting enough to capture the reader’s attention.”
Frowning, Melanie absently ate another fry as she glanced back at Lucifer, who was still glaring. “What was your paper on?” she couldn’t help asking.
“Time management,” Rebecca said with a shrug.
“I see,” Melanie murmured thoughtfully, wondering how Rebecca handled Lucifer’s OCD without killing him.
Then again, since she’d benefitted from his OCD over the past few months, she wasn’t exactly in a position to talk. Thanks to Lucifer, everything in her apartment was now organized and she meant everything. From the frozen peas in her freezer to the extra pack of floss in her bathroom, everything was organized by expiration, size, likelihood of use and, in the case of her kitchen, by flavor and texture in addition to all the aforementioned categories.
She’d felt bad at first that he was doing so much, but that quickly changed when she’d realized that he was actually enjoying himself. Whenever she tried to help him, Lucifer would glare at her, point towards her bedroom, and wait until she went back to bed before continuing with his hobby and if she didn’t move fast enough the bastard would call her mother. She still wasn’t sure how he got his hands on her mother’s phone number, but she suspected that the small woman sitting across from her had something to do with it.
“How did you end up spending the night with Aidan?” Rebecca asked, and Melanie had to give her credit because she’d held off asking that question again a lot longer than she’d expected.
With a shrug, Melanie said, “A lot of tequila, some beer, and a few shots of unidentifiable alcohol.”
She decided not to mention that she could barely remember what happened when she’d left their apartment with Aidan after Lucifer threw them out. She remembered going to a bar, ordering a drink, the feel of Aidan’s hands on her as he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, flashes of what happened once they made it to the hotel, and…
That was it.
The only thing that she remembered with perfect clarity was what happened the next morning when she woke up to find Aidan sitting across the room, glaring at her as he informed her that the condom broke during the night. The conversation that followed was definitely something that she wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon.
There was really nothing like struggling with a hangover while the first guy she’d slept with in years made sure that she knew just how much he’d regretted sleeping with her before she’d flipped him off, mumbled something that she hoped pissed him off, grabbed her clothes and left, more than ready to forget about him.
Unfortunately, that’s not how things turned out.
“Fine. Don’t tell me,” Rebecca grumbled as she glanced back at her husband and groaned miserably, “He’s getting out the red pen.”
“Sounds like you’re going to have a fun night,” Melanie said absently, not really in the mood to torture her best friend tonight.
Rebecca shrugged. “He’s easily distracted.”
From the sounds that she heard whenever she walked past their apartment, Lucifer’s office, or the supply closet, Melanie had to agree. As she sat there, absently nibbling on another fry, she couldn’t help but wonder if Rebecca would be willing to distract Lucifer when he found out about Aidan.
“Do you think Aidan knows?” Rebecca asked, making Melanie’s stomach turn because she honestly didn’t know.