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Cousins.... Part 6
“Do you really now? Any looking to be married? Gwen is almost 17 and she is not in a commited relationship. The thought of her ending up alone with to many cats keeps me up at night.” I grunt,
“Well isn’t that cute, my ending up an old cat lady keeps you up at night but me getting drugged unconscious in a hospital doesn’t even make you bat an eyelash… I’m going to eat.” I walk away from her as she sputters for something to say and fails miserably. Jameson catches up to me a second later, he is still smiling,
“So, how many kids do you want?” I smile up at him, he won’t let me stew over her and is acting like it never happened.
“Bless you, I could kiss you right now…. I am an only child and it wasn’t fun because I was always alone, I don’t want my future kids to grow up that way. I have always wanted at least 4.” He whistles long and low,
“I’d say have at me, but people might start to talk, looks like we have a lot of practicing to do since you will want them to be around the same age. To bad for you though, I don’t want 4 kids.” I try not to let the dissapointment show on my face but I can’t so I turn to look for a table instead. Jameson grabs my hip from behind me and whispers in my ear,
“I want at least 6.” He steps back leaving my heart a melting mess. A waitress comes and smiles at Jameson looking him up and down like she would rather eat him then serve us dinner,
“Hello, I am Charlotte, I am the hostess here, how many?” Jameson answers for us.
“Just the two of us, are there any tables available outside?” She looks at her little board and smiles,
“Yes there is seating available outside for you and your?” She leaves the question open in the air. It riles me especially after talking to my mother.
“Cousin, are you going to show us to our table or strip him with your eyes all night long?” She tries to look appauld and fails miserably,
“Of course, my apologies, your table is this way, please follow me.” I follow her and leave Jameson to do the same. I am trying to control my anger all of a sudden but I can’t seem to get a reign on it. I mean how many people can say that there mother doesn’t care about them and only thinks of money? I sit and Jameson sits opposite of me. When I look up at him he...
“Well isn’t that cute, my ending up an old cat lady keeps you up at night but me getting drugged unconscious in a hospital doesn’t even make you bat an eyelash… I’m going to eat.” I walk away from her as she sputters for something to say and fails miserably. Jameson catches up to me a second later, he is still smiling,
“So, how many kids do you want?” I smile up at him, he won’t let me stew over her and is acting like it never happened.
“Bless you, I could kiss you right now…. I am an only child and it wasn’t fun because I was always alone, I don’t want my future kids to grow up that way. I have always wanted at least 4.” He whistles long and low,
“I’d say have at me, but people might start to talk, looks like we have a lot of practicing to do since you will want them to be around the same age. To bad for you though, I don’t want 4 kids.” I try not to let the dissapointment show on my face but I can’t so I turn to look for a table instead. Jameson grabs my hip from behind me and whispers in my ear,
“I want at least 6.” He steps back leaving my heart a melting mess. A waitress comes and smiles at Jameson looking him up and down like she would rather eat him then serve us dinner,
“Hello, I am Charlotte, I am the hostess here, how many?” Jameson answers for us.
“Just the two of us, are there any tables available outside?” She looks at her little board and smiles,
“Yes there is seating available outside for you and your?” She leaves the question open in the air. It riles me especially after talking to my mother.
“Cousin, are you going to show us to our table or strip him with your eyes all night long?” She tries to look appauld and fails miserably,
“Of course, my apologies, your table is this way, please follow me.” I follow her and leave Jameson to do the same. I am trying to control my anger all of a sudden but I can’t seem to get a reign on it. I mean how many people can say that there mother doesn’t care about them and only thinks of money? I sit and Jameson sits opposite of me. When I look up at him he...
