What Sabrina Wants

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"Mom, please, let me take you," Jack's begging will never convince me. I cringe at the thought. "Please?"

"No." I lean my glass to my lips, knowing that I don't need to give him an excuse. What grown woman has their son be their wingman? What grown woman has a wingman to begin with? I'm not that desperate for a date. And even if I am, my son doesn't need to know.

"Oh, come on." Jack still has a childish demeanor that tends to annoy me. He's always been pushy. He likes to get involved in my personal life. I didn't always let him. But now that I've given him a peak, he thinks he can push it.

"I can find women all on my own, Jack. You don't have to help me."

"Forget finding a woman. I want you to have some fun! Flirt and dance and just live a little. Aren't you willing to try something exciting?"

I look down at my drink. I do want more out of life. Sometimes I don't think I deserve it. But it is something that I desperately want. "I'm going to be that loser with their kid by their side. I'm already pathetic. You'll make it worse."

"Is that a yes?" He grins at me. "Please?" His persisting makes me want to give in.

"Fine. One night. Not more than two hours. Then we leave and never speak of it again."

"That sounds good to me."

I already know that it'll be a sad night for me. No one approaches a woman who's hanging out with her kid. It's hard enough to get approached in the first place. I look at the big smile on his face and shake my head.

"The things I put up with." I smile back at him. Maybe it will be fun. It will be nice to get out of the house. And having someone to drive me home is always a bonus.