chuckle again. “You okay babe? You seem to have the giggles. You haven’t been around Joan and your Nan have you?’’
“No,’’ I tell him rolling my own eyes this time and he just smirks giving me a wink.
“Right this way,’’ the bloke tells us and leads us to a table that isn’t far away from the door.
“I asked for the best view in the house,’’ Mason tells the bloke.
“Sir, I can assure you this is the best view in the house.’’
I want to tell him it looks like the only view in the house as it’s the only one near the window, but I don’t want to hurt Mason’s feelings knowing he’s excited about this date.
“I like it,’’ I tell them, going to take a seat, but Mason stops me by shouting stop, his voice loud and gaining attention from nearly everyone in the restaurant. “What?’’ I whisper horrified.
“Babe, it’s a date,’’ he says, like that explains it, then walks around to me and guides me in front of the chair. The chair smacks the back of my legs and I hiss out in pain as my ass slams down on the chair.
“Thanks,’’ I snap then squeal when the chair moves forward, nearly knocking my pregnant stomach into the round table. “Jesus, Mase, chill-out and go take a seat,’’ I tell him nervously, worried what he’ll do next.
“Sorry, babe, just wanted to do it right. Max said what to do when we got here,’’ he shrugs embarrassed.
“You took advice from your whore of a brother?’’ I deadpan, totally forgetting the bloke standing over the table.
“Um...huh... your waiter or waitress will be with you shortly,’’ he says before sprinting off back to his podium.
“You scared him,’’ Mason chuckles watching his retreating form.
“You really took advice from Max?’’
“Yeah. He had some really good stuff. He looked some shit up on Google, but you can’t blame the guy. He said I needed to woo you to get in...’’
“Get in my what?’’ I tease, a smirk twitching my lips.
“Your pants,’’ he sighs, scrubbing his hands down his face. “Honestly, that’s not what I want to achieve from all this.’’
His hands gesture to the room and I blink surprised. He’s not lying. He really hadn’t taken me out just to get in my pants. Not that he needed to try; he would only need to say the word and I’ll agree, but I’m not going to tell him that.
“What did you want to achieve?’’ I ask him quietly.
“Your trust, and the feelings that you had for me before. The old and new us.’’
“What do you mean?’’ I ask him intrigued. We’ve had heart to hearts a few times since I arrived back in town, but this is the closest we’ve gotten to an honest conversation about his feelings now.
“Just that before I fucked things up, you looked at me like I made the stars move, and that I made your world turn. When you look at me now, you’re unsure, your walls are up and you seem so tense when we’re together sometimes.’’
Yeah, it’s called sexual tension, but I don’t voice that out loud.
“Mason, my feelings for you back then were different. Yeah they were strong, but what we have now is honest, it’s real. I still have trouble understanding why you’d want me. And with the baby now involved it makes me wonder if you’re only with me for her.’’
“You know that’s not true. This is what I hate the most about what I did to you. You question my motives towards you, and I promise you babe, I have nothing but good intensions towards you. I’d give my life for you.’’
My belly does a little flip and my eyes soften. He really does mean it. If he can try as hard as he is, then I can try just as hard to push through my childish insecurities. What I feel for Mason hasn’t gone, yes it’s different, but that feeling, that strong feeling I get when he’s around is still just as strong as it was before it all went tits up.
“How about from now on, instead of worrying about what the other is feeling we talk to each other? I believed it when you told me you wanted to be with me, and I believe you when you tell me that you aren’t with me for the baby. It’s what hurt the most when you did what you did. I knew deep down you felt the same as I did when we