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Chapter 16
Bobby took the back steps up to Daddy Simone’s room, entering, making himself at home. Ten minutes later Daddy Simone walked in and took a seat in his recliner across from the sofa Bobby sat on.
“What does my son need?”
“Nothing. Just got great news.” He went on to tell him about the condo and the bike he’d bought. “Better than all that, I can afford to take Tommy out for a nice dinner tomorrow night.”
“That is awesome some, but why are you not with him?”
“He has to work tonight. We are going to Fig Hill tonight and celebrate tomorrow.” Man, wished we could have went tonight, but Tommy had to work. Knew what that was like. Just because he had money did not mean he would not be working. He’d be there bright and earlier in the morning.
“You still taking it slow?”
“I don’t want to rush it.”
“Good. The first guy he was with did a hell of a number on him.”
“Daddy Simone, I think he is the one. I don’t want to screw that up for anything.” A feeling that both thrilled and scarred the hell out of him. No one, not a single other guy, put the intense butterflies inside my stomach. The kind that lived inside you day and night. There was no break from them and he did not want them to stop. He wanted them to remain. Remind him of what he had. Or could have. What he was working for.
“That is great, son.”
More than, but he had to remember what was nagging at him. The rest of their conversation faded away from him and Tommy. Discovered that Daddy Simone and him had not had a night for just them in a long time. That had to change. Our conversation ranged from the foods he’d bought at the farmer market and how much the new rules coming from the higher-ups were changing. He didn’t outright say it, but it scared him. Once our conversation winded down, Bobby slapped his legs and pushed to his feet.
“This was amazing, Daddy Simone.”
“So was. We’ve got to do it more often.”
“Soon as I have everything setup at the condo, I’ll have you over for supper. I’ll let Tommy cooking. His food is awesome.”
“Sure he is.” Daddy Simone stood up and pulled me into a hug. “Love you son.”
“Love you to, Daddy Simone.”
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