When I couldn’t find it, even though I sensed it was there, I started, “What happened between me and your father—”
Auden interrupted me, “I had no control over that. But I will over this. If I see this guy being a dick to you, then I’m doing something about it.”
“Auden,” I began cautiously, “is there something you aren’t telling me?”
That was when he broke my gaze, still looking toward me but now doing it beyond me. “Just that I’m not letting anyone be a dick to my mom.”
That felt nice. Incredibly nice.
I still sensed that wasn’t it.
“If you have something you need to talk about, I hope you know you can talk to me,” I told him earnestly but solemnly, hoping he didn’t also read my anxiety.
Auden didn’t say anything.
“Mickey’s a really good man, honey,” I shared. “He’s got two kids of his own and he’s a great dad.” I leaned his way and dropped my voice. “He makes me laugh and he takes care of me and he makes me happy. And I hope you know I wouldn’t put you through introducing you to somebody who I didn’t think would be around for a good long while.”
Auden again looked right at me. “I’m glad he makes you laugh and you’re happy. But if he’s a dick to you, Mom, he’s gone.”
I again tried to read my son.
I again sensed something there that I couldn’t read.
And he obviously didn’t want to share it.
So I said, “I think that’s a fair deal.”
Auden nodded and looked back at the TV.
I decided to end it there, got up and went around the back of the couch. When I was in position, I leaned deep and kissed the top of his head.
“Love you, my baby boy, forever and ever,” I whispered.
“Love you too, Mom,” he mumbled in return.
I closed my eyes, throat getting clogged, swallowed to clear it and straightened away.
“Sleep tight,” I said as I moved toward my room, snagging my phone off the kitchen counter on the way there.
“Yeah. You too,” Auden called back.
I got behind closed door and instantly called Mickey.
Within a couple of rings, just like Mickey, he picked up.
I told him the good news, that Auden and Olympia were open to meet him.
I did not tell him my ex referred to him to my children as a Neanderthal. He’d done that to Mickey’s face and Mickey didn’t like it. He didn’t need to get upset about Conrad saying it to my kids.
Then I told him the not-so-good news about the intense conversation I just had with my son.
I ended this with, “What do you think that was about?”
“Haven’t met your boy, babe, don’t know anything about him but what you’ve told me. But if my dad did my mom the way his dad did his, I may have gotten caught up in the hurricane and its aftermath, but when things settled down, I’d be thinkin’. Men look to our fathers to show us the man we should be. He’s at an age where that’s gonna be some intense scrutiny. And I’m thinkin’ he doesn’t like what he’s seein’.”
“I don’t want that for him,” I said uneasily.
“Could just be him mannin’ up,” Mickey added. “He’s of an age to do that too. His mom is dating. She got fucked over. He wants you to know he’s lookin’ out for you. I’d do that for my mom too. Any good son would look after his mother.”
I liked that idea better.
“He said the f-word, Mickey.”
Mickey started chuckling.
I didn’t find it funny.
“Twice,” I stated.
“Bet he says it a lot more around his buds.”
This did not make me happy and I looked to the door.
“Babe, advice,” he went on. “Seriously. Listen to this shit. Back off. He’s findin’ the man he’s gonna be. You gotta give him space to let him.”
“He should respect his mother and not curse,” I declared.
“Do you honestly give a shit about cursing?” he asked incredulously.
“You doing it as a grown man, no. Auden doing it at sixteen, yes.”
“You call him on it?”
“Carefully.”
“Then make it be known that in your house and to you and your daughter, he shows you that respect. After that, back off. That is, unless he keeps doin’ it.”
“Right,” I mumbled.
“Brady Bunch action is definitely gonna take time,” he stated, and I knew he meant by this that it would be only him for dinner. We’d do the blending of kids at a later date, which was a relief. “So this dinner has gotta happen next week after the kids go to Rhiannon. Scheduled off at the house on Tuesday. See if they can make it then.”
“I’ll talk to them, Mickey. Do you like coleslaw?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because Auden placed his order for dinner with the man Mom’s dating and it includes coleslaw. I already know you like barbeque chicken, which is the other menu item he selected.”
“Totally a sixteen-year-old boy. His mom tells him she’s got a new man, he’s worried about what he’s gonna eat.”
That made me smile and settled other things inside me.
Mickey kept talking, “But you don’t have a grill.”
“Slow roasted barbeque pulled chicken,” I told him.
“Shit, it’s after ten and now I’m hungry.”
And another smile.
“You goin’ to bed?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Wish that was happening beside me,” he muttered.