Chapter 28

“Probably,” he said, nodding.

“So Mama has to vouch for my child-raising skills? She’s still hoping I’ll dump you and get married so Noah can have a mommy and a daddy.”

“Just be glad they’re not going to talk to my parents.”

I got out of bed, put on boxers.

“Talk to him,” he said, pointing at Noah. “Tell him to keep his mouth shut.”

“What could he possibly say?”

“That he sleeps with his two daddies? That he sometimes walks in on us while we’re having sex because you refuse to lock the door because he gets scared sometimes? That his dad likes to walk around the house naked?”

“Oh, please!”

“Just tell him to keep his mouth shut.”

“We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“They can twist things, Wiley. That’s the point. You might find yourself standing in front of a judge trying to explain why your son knows you have a tattoo on your ass. Trust me. You do not want to go down that road.”

“I don’t have a tattoo on my ass!”