"Mom, I'm home," DJ calls out as he walks through the door.
"I'm in the kitchen." I'm making Trystan and I breakfast with a huge grin on my face. He spent the night and when we got up this morning, we had a discussion over whether he should stay or leave. DJ knows that Trystan and I are dating, but he has yet to spend the night at our house. I knew DJ was being dropped off early because Misty and Briggs have plans today.
DJ walks into the room and stops when he sees Trystan sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, wearing lounge pants and an old t-shirt. "Hey, Coa..." He stops, unsure what to call him.
"Good morning, DJ. You can call me Trystan off the field, remember."
DJ puts out his hand like the gentleman I raised him to be. "Good morning, Trystan." DJ then kisses me on the cheek and says a good morning to me as well. "Smells good in here."
"I'm finishing breakfast. Want to join us?"
He shakes his head. "Nah, I just had pancakes at Misty's. Is there a plan for today?"
I look at Trystan who shrugs. We haven't really discussed what we were up to today. We never went any further than last night. "Since you’re still in lounge pants, why don't you go take a shower and get dressed while Trystan and I eat, and we'll figure something out." DJ agrees and runs off to do as I ask.
“I think we should do something just the three of us. Unless you want to do something with him,” Trystan suggests.
“I’m good with you sticking around. Do you have anything in mind?”
“Not really. Is there anything you need to accomplish?” he asks me.
“Well, since it’s already Sunday and next weekend is already full, I think we should get the stuff we need for the car wash.”
“Okay.” He nods and pops a piece of bacon into his mouth.
DJ joins us at the table, freshly showered and dressed for the day. "So what's the plan?" he asks again. DJ is typically only allowed to play his gaming system on the weekend, but before he gets too far into a game with any of his friends he likes to know if we have to go anywhere because I'm famous for pulling him from the game just as they're getting into it.
"DJ, we have to run to the store to get some supplies for the car wash, and then we’ll come back here, play some ball in the yard, and maybe grill."
"Okay, Mom. Can I play a game while I wait?" I nod and he runs off to his room, while Trystan and I get to work on tidying up.
"What do we need for the car wash?" Trystan asks me as he loads the breakfast dishes into my dishwasher.
I grab the piece of paper with my notes. "Well, we need buckets, soap, hoses, sponges, and towels to dry the cars with." I bite the tip of the pen while I think. "I'm thinking we'll make two lines. One kid will spray the car with the hose and then you have one kid on both sides of the car washing it down. Then a second kid rinses, if we can get two water hook-ups, and then two to towel it dry. If there isn’t a second one then the same kid will have to do the rinsing too. That should keep the line moving. Those who aren't washing cars will help with the bake and candy sale."
"Sounds like a good plan. You can use the hose I have at my house. It’s pretty long, and I know I have a few buckets available from work. That means we only need one more hose, sponges, soap and towels. Let's see if we can get the rest donated. If not we'll use the money from the store to get what we need." He shuts the door to the dishwasher. "Can I use your shower?"
I smile. "Of course. Help yourself. There's tons of men’s shampoo and body wash from DJ in there." He presses his lips to mine and thanks me.
While he's in the shower, I head to my room to grab myself some capri jeans and a t-shirt to wear for the day. I have a cute baseball t-shirt I pull out and lay on the bed. It reads 'Baseball Mom' on the front in the same fun font that they use on most uniforms. It's not the team colors of green and white, but it will do for now.
A few minutes later, Trystan comes into the room freshly showered. His thick, dark hair is wet and messy, and his lounge pants are hanging low on his hips revealing that sexy v he sports. Heat is already building between my legs, but DJ is in the next room so I need to make a quick exit before I do something I'll regret. I'm just about out the door when he grabs my arm. "Everything okay?"
A blush creeps up on me. "Yeah, it's just..." My words trail for a moment. I'm embarrassed to say that at my age he's turned me on just by walking into the room.
He grabs my chin and gently lifts it. "What is it, sugar?"
A small smile spreads across my face. "You're so sexy. I needed to hurry on out of here because my kid is right outside that door."
He presses his lips to mine. "Are you wet?" he asks gently, skimming his hand over my mound. I nod. "Good. Now go shower because I would never put you in an awkward situation." My jaw drops. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you later." He winks and walks to the side of the bed where his bag is.
Fuck me. I'm now soaked just thinking about his delicious lips on my body. I shake off my thoughts, snag my clothes, and rush to the shower. When I get done, I find Trystan and DJ sitting in the living room chatting. "Are we ready to go?"
"Yeah." DJ jumps up.
We take my car since Trystan brought his Corvette over last night. I'm willing to bet the sleek, sexy ride contributes to him being called the town player. You don't see too many Corvettes being driven around here. Most of the higher class residents drive cars like BMW, Audi, or even a Lexus.
When we get to the store, Mr. Langley is there. Trystan walks up to him and greets him with a smile. Mr. Langley is one of the old-timers who comes into the diner. He is part owner of the store. "Good morning, Mr. Langely." The men shake hands.
"Good Morning, Trystan. How are you today?"
"I'm well, but I was wondering if you'd be able to help us out."
"What do you need?" he asks.
"Well, I'm not sure if you heard but I'm coaching the little league team this year, and we're trying to raise some money to rebuild the shed at the field as a team-building exercise."
Mr. Langley looks confused. "What can I do?"
"We're doing a car wash at Briggs’ General Store. We have buckets and I'm donating a hose, but we need sponges, soap, and soft towels to dry the cars. I was wondering if you could help us with some of the things we need for the wash itself."
A smile spreads across his face. "What is your name, young man?" He looks at DJ.
Being the polite young man that he is, he holds out his hand and says, "My name is Dylan, but everyone calls me DJ"
Mr. Langley shakes his hand. "Do you play on this team, DJ?"
"Yes, sir."
He nods. "Good boy." Mr. Langley smiles at him. "You wait right here." He steps out from behind the counter and walks toward the back of the store.
"What's he doing, Mom?" DJ asks, confused.
I shrug. "I don't know, buddy." It feels like it's taking forever for him to come back out. He’s been gone so long I'm considering asking Trystan to go check on the man. He's no spring chicken.
Finally, Mr. Langley comes back with a bag in his hand. He gives it to DJ and says, "Here's everything you need. You go make some money for that building."
"Thank you, sir."
He smiles at my son and replies, "You're most welcome."
Next, we head to Trystan's place to pick up the hose we need for the car wash so we can keep everything together. Trystan invites us in and quickly shows us around. He has a small home but he keeps it tidy, and it's plenty big for him. It's two bedrooms with a small room that he has a desk set up in and a Playstation 4. The gaming system instantly catches DJ's eyes. "Wow, PS4." His eyes are practically popping out of his head.
"Yeah, I bought it when I got back from overseas. I don't play it much, but you're welcome to use it when you're here."
"That's awesome. Thanks, Trystan." He glances over the game selection.
I roll my eyes, and Trystan catches it. "I'm sorry. I should have asked you first," he says to me.
"It's fine. He's just so into these gaming systems.” I shake my head. “I wish he would get out more."
Trystan winks at me and whispers a promise to help me get DJ outside more often. "Do you want to do lunch here? I have some lunch meat in the fridge we can have, and then we can head back to your place.
“Sure.”
“Mom, can I play for a little bit?”
“I guess so.”
"Thanks, Mom. You're the best.” He goes into the other room with Trystan who’s teaching him how to work the system and the TV.
"No games above a teen rating, young man."
"I know, Mom," he shouts back. I'm pretty strict with what I allow him to play and how long I allow him to be on the game. It drives me crazy when he comes home from school and all he can talk about is the latest game that's out, and it's rated M for mature and yet his friends all have it.
Trystan and I take a few minutes to relax once DJ is settled, since it's a little early for lunch. “Should you call to check in on Billy?”
“Jack sent me a text earlier. Billy is still sober and is starting to feel better. He ate a good breakfast this morning and thanked Jack for sticking around. He says he’s excited about coming over on Wednesday. I’ll ask him then if he wants to help with the team.”
“What happened?”
He sighs, “We were working late on a site, trying to finish a job we were behind on. He had just gotten off the phone with her. She told him she would have dinner ready when he got home.” He pauses. “There was an explosion that rocked the ground. Smoke instantly filled the air. You could see it for miles. She started cooking dinner not realizing there was a gas leak. The house blew up with his family in it. He lost a son and a daughter that night too.”
He finally turns to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion. “He played the tough guy at first. He was strong, acted like he was okay. We were waiting for him to snap, but he never did.” He lets out a steady breath. “Instead, he slowly slipped down the deep, dark hole he’s in.” I wrap my man in a hug. I can see how much it kills him that his friend is suffering. “You have no idea how bad I feel for not picking up on this sooner.”
“You can’t beat yourself up. It would be the same as him beating himself up over the loss.” He buries his face in my neck. “All you can do is be there for him.
He looks me in the eyes. “Thank you.”
I can see he’s hurting, but our moment is interrupted. “Mom, I’m getting hungry.”
“Okay, bud.”
“Are you okay?” I ask Trystan.
“Yeah, let’s make lunch so we can enjoy the rest of our Sunday.” I nod, and just like that Trystan has closed up.