Once In A Life Time

{17} Andrès, It's My Job

"Mia, it's 10:00 pm."

I whine as I fall on the grass.

"So?"

"So I want to go take a shower and lay down."

"But I enjoy hitting you."

I roll my eyes.

"Mia."

"Fine."

"Thank you."

I say as I have a hard time getting off the ground.

"I'll just beat you up some more tomorrow."

She says with a big smile on her face.

I sigh.

I can never win with this one.

She helps me take off the gloves, and we go back inside. I run up the stairs and head straight to the shower, not caring that I don't have my changing clothes with me.

I take a nice, long, hot shower. When I step out of the shower, the mirror is foggy. I grab my towel and dry my feet. I wrap the towel around my body and walk into the bedroom.

The room door is open, and the regular light is on, not the sunlight. Mia must be showering downstairs. I close the door and walk over to the dresser. I grab some boxers and a sports bra.

I lower my towel so it's only on my waist. I pull my sports bra over my head and struggle to get it down my back. It's a struggle when you are still wet from the shower.

I entirely remove the towel and slide my foot into my boxer briefs

"Goodnight-"

I jump and look over at the door that Mia just busted open.

My eyes widen as I look at her. I noticed her eyes weren't meeting mine. I quickly pulled my boxers up and found some basketball shorts to put on.

She closed the door, and we just stared at each other. I swallow hard as I feel my heart racing.

She slowly moves to the edge of the bed and sits down.

"You have ... a dick?"

She bluntly says as she looks at me.

I scratch the back of my neck.

"Yeah."

I say hesitantly.

"You were born with it?"

I nod my head.

"Does that mean you can get a girl pregnant?"

I chuckle and sit down next to her.

"Well that's one way to react."

I respond and we laugh. I love that Mia isn't judgmental.

"Yes, I can. If I wanted that."

I shrug my shoulders as I finally answer her question.

"You don't know if you want kids?"

"I would be scared to have kids."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know how to be a dad. My dad wasn't a good one."

"But that only means you know what not to do."

I sit there for a moment as I process what she just said.

"Can I ask you a question?"

She asked, and I looked at her, nodding my head.

She points to my chest.