Page 17 of Would You Hold It Against Me: An MMM Age Play Daddy Romance (Blue Collar Daddies in the City Book 6)
CAYSON
The alarm company called at eight-thirty to ask if I had triggered the back door sensor, and since no one was scheduled to be at the restaurant until ten, it was up to me to crawl out of the arms of two sexy-as-sin guys to go check it out.
Dylan reached for me as I sat up, but I gently turned him into Finn’s arms and gave him a kiss on his forehead. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
He mumbled something that I couldn’t quite catch but quickly settled.
Finn’s arms closed tighter around Dylan but his eyes popped open and he looked right at me.
“An alarm went off at the restaurant. I’ve got to go check it out. Call me later…or stop by if you guys get hungry.” I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before taking my bag into the bathroom to get dressed without disturbing them.
Driving away shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was, but I held on to the hope that maybe they would decide to stop by and visit me later. Not everyone could eat pizza every day like I did, but I had a feeling Dylan would be up for the challenge if we let him.
I got to the restaurant and did a quick check of the space. Nothing appeared to be damaged or disturbed, so I chalked it up to a false alarm and went inside to prep for the day. The kids did a great job of cleaning up the night before, but I knew they would. It was a family business and they took that seriously.
It was a bit earlier than usual, but I jumped into the prep work for the day. I was separating dough balls to rise when the back door opened, and my mom appeared with her daily delivery of tiramisu.
“Oh, nice of you to stop in today, figliolo.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing my niece couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “I left a few hours early, Ma. I’m allowed to do that sometimes, you know.”
“Oh yeah, I know. When there’s someone in your life that you need to attend to, you should make some time for them.”
Shit, here we go. I sucked in a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest before leaning against the counter. “Okay, what did Angie tell you?”
My mother was known for her theatrics and didn’t waste an opportunity to perform. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She threw her arms up in the air as if she were spreading confetti throughout the room. “I’m just saying, if my son has finally met a person or two persons that he cares enough about to take time off work, maybe he would like to tell his mother about that. Or maybe not.”
Her dramatic shrug made me smirk. At least she wasn’t freaked out. “There’s not much to tell yet, Ma. I met them the other night at that robbery thing and?—”
She held up her hand to stop me, and I realized she didn’t know about that yet. Fuck. “Robbery? What on God’s green earth are you talking about? Did you get robbed, figliolo? Did you leave my grandson and my granddaughter alone in this restaurant after it had been robbed?”
“No, Ma. It was nothing.” Dammit. I probably could have avoided ever telling her if I wasn’t so careless. “I was at the minimart on Friday and somebody came in pretending to rob the?—”
“Pretending?” she interrupted with another wave of her hand to silence me. “Were they robbing it or pretending to rob it?”
I sighed, remembering all the stuff Finn had said. Honestly, I was pretty distracted after we knew we were safe and kinda stopped listening. “Well, some guy attempted to rob it with an unloaded gun and no real skill in criminality, if you get what I mean.”
Her hands were on his hips and her eyes were narrowed. She wasn’t buying any of it. “No, I don’t get what you mean. Somebody had a gun on you and you didn’t tell me?”
“Honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal, Ma. I promise. No one was hurt. The guy was arrested, and after we gave our statements, I haven’t really thought much about it.” I cocked my head, thinking of what was even more surprising. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the news. They were interviewing me?—”
She smacked my arm, stopping me yet again. “You were on the news, and you didn’t tell me? What is wrong with you? Do you hate me? You hate me now, right? I wasn’t a good mother to you? I thought you loved me…”
“Oh my God.” I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest. “I love you. I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you to watch me on the news.” I kissed the top of her head and could feel her softening up. She could never stay mad at me. “The point of the story is that I met some people there and…we’ve been hanging out.”
That seemed to distract her enough to get back in her good graces. She pulled back and looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. “Hanging out means hooking up, right?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Really?”
“I’m just saying, if I’m gonna be a grandma again, I wanna know.”
I busted out laughing. “You know they’re guys, right?”
She shrugged again, not at all fazed by that. “You know what I mean.”
No, I didn’t, but she had moved past the guilt trip, so I wasn’t going to question it. “You know, I didn’t eat breakfast today…”
“No? Why not?” She patted my belly and cringed at its lack of padding. “You need calories if you’re gonna sustain those big muscles of yours.” She pulled out the tray of tiramisu and took it to the counter. “Let me get you a piece.”
I grinned as I turned back to the dough, happy to let her dote on me for a little while if it kept the discussion away from her nonexistent future grandchildren.
Then again, Dylan probably wouldn’t mind being mom’d a little bit. He’d mentioned that his mom left him and his dad when he was a kid, and his dad only checked in with him a few times a year, so he didn’t have a lot of family nearby.
Hopefully, that was going to be changing for him real soon.