to tell me every single detail about his threesome.
It was clear that after I left the bar, that he’d take both of them home.
He must’ve thought I’d take one with me to clear my mind and have some fun, but to not disappoint the girl that was meant to be mine for the night, he took both of them home.
Like a real gentleman, of course.
“First of all…it was a good thing I went home with both because one wouldn’t have been enough. They were both good at different things.”
“Right,” I muttered, amused but at the same time slightly weirded out. “When are you gonna find a woman that’s worth being the only one in your life? You’re getting old too, you know?”
“Forty-five isn’t old, fucker. And I’m good with just hookups. It’s easier,” he explained.
Sure. Whatever suited him.
“Daddy, can I have a sleepover with Benny tonight?” Ira asked as he walked into the living room a little later.
I looked at him and puckered my lips.
He still looked a little weak and tired, but before answering Ira’s question myself, I looked at Grant to see what he thought of that.
It was Sunday night, but I wouldn’t have minded taking Benny to his mother’s house as Grant would have to work.
“Not tonight, Ira. Benny’s visiting his mom tomorrow morning, so we gotta get up early,” Grant explained.
I turned back to Ira and brushed along his hair at the back of his head. “Another time, hm? Maybe it’s best as you haven’t been feeling good this weekend.”
Ira pouted for a second, which he rarely ever did, but then he nodded to let us know he understood. “Okay. Another time,” he repeated, letting us know that he wouldn’t forget about this.
When he left to get back to his bedroom, Grant chuckled and shook his head. “My kid would’ve thrown a damn tantrum by now. Teach me your ways, Daddy,” he said, grinning like an idiot.
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed out loud. “Go to hell,” I muttered, standing up and carrying my empty beer bottle into the kitchen.
“I wish.” He drained his beer and got up himself, walking over to me and placing his bottle next to mine.
“Time to put the kid to bed if I don’t want him to make a fuss about not letting him sleep tomorrow morning. And then his mother will be pissed at me because he’s grumpy all day from getting too little sleep.”
Problems I was somewhat lucky not to have with Ira, but was also missing from being a parent.
Ira made life easier than anything else, which was a real blessing.
“Benny, let’s go,” Grant called out, and seconds later, his son came running from Ira’s bedroom with one of his action figures in hand.
“Ira said I can take this home to play,” he told us, holding The Flash up into the air.
“Yes, but I want him back,” Ira added, stopping by the kitchen archway.
“That’s nice of you, Ira. Did you say thank you, Ben?”
Benny nodded and turned to Ira, promising him he will bring The Flash back next time.
I could already see them taking each other’s footballs or even cars when they’re older, sharing everything ever since they were little.
At least I hoped they’d stay friends forever.
We walked Benny and Grant to the door and said goodbye, and after locking the door, I turned to Ira and asked what he wanted to do for the rest of the evening.
It wasn’t too late, and he didn’t seem tired yet, so another hour or so would surely make him want to go to bed.
“I want to watch TV.”
This thing of suddenly wanting to sit in front of the TV more often wasn’t bothering me as much as I thought it would in the beginning, as it was mostly only a few times a week for half an hour, as he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open any longer than that.
Besides, I loved watching TV when I was his age and wasn’t feeling well.
“How about a movie? There’s not much to watch on TV at this time of the day for kids,” I told him.
He already got comfortable on the couch while I filled his bottle with water.
“Okay,” he simply replied, waiting patiently for me to sit with him.
“Here, bud.”
I held the bottle to him and sat down next to him, then I turned on the TV and leaned back, changing to Netflix and going through the kid’s channel to find a good fit for tonight.
“That one!”