Love's Game (LarssonSiblingSeries#5)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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DEXTER

You know an almost two year old is going to be a ladies man when he winks at the old women sitting across from us in the cafe. Beau is in a high chair, glancing around the room as he blindly shoves pieces of crusty bread in his mouth, semi-smirking at the ladies he just wooed.

Delilah smiles at them. "Is he flirting?"

The lady with puffy hair nods, "Yes, he just gave us a wink. He's gorgeous."

"Thank you," Delilah smiles, transferring some vegetables from her salad on his plate.

"How old is he?" the other woman says.

Delilah hands Beau half of a cherry tomato. "Twenty months and into everything. I can't keep up with him most of the time."

"Oh, I remember when my William was his age," puffy hair says, shaking her head. "Now he's a lump that sits on the sofa all day."

"Now Margret, he's joined Slimming world. At least he's trying," her friend says.

Margret (aka Lily Savage) shakes her head. "Not hard enough, Beatrice. I caught him cheating on the first week with a box of Fox's classic biscuits."

"Those are nice though," Beatrice replies and just like that I'm sidetracked by their conversation when I should be spending time with my nephew and sister-in-law.

Delilah seems to be caught up in their chat too, eyes on them as she shovels food into her mouth. She looks away and to me. "Old women fascinate me."

I frown. "Why?"

Placing her fork on the table she runs her tongue over her lips. "It just amazes me how they seem to lose their filter as they age. I remember my nan telling me that I'd be prettier if I lost a few pounds. It devastated me at first but then I realised there was no malice behind it. She genuinely thought she was doing right by my health."

I'm struggling to see the good intentions myself. "Dede, she sounds awful."

She laughs, tilting her mouth to the side. "It was pretty mean, wasn't it?"

"Er, yeah, especially coming from your nana. Aren't they supposed to love you no matter what?"

"Yes."

I shrug. "Is she still alive?"

Delilah stops Beau before he throws the tomato on the floor. "No, she died when I started sixth form."

"Good."

Her mouth widens, "Dexter, you can't say that!"

I can tell she isn't mad at me when her eyes start to light up. Telltale signs of her amusement. Edward told us about it before they were even a thing and I've picked up on it ever since.

This time I stop Beau from throwing his food. "She sounds like a witch."

"She was," Delilah replies, taking hold of Beau's hand which causes his eyes to focus on her. "No throwing food. That's naughty."

Said food comes flying towards her face, landing on her chest. "Beau," she raises her voice enough for him to know she's upset with him. "We do not throw food. You've hurt mummy's feelings now."

The little sod's face looks like he couldn't care less as he points to me, shouting out a word that sounds like 'Uncle'.

"Don't give in to him. He needs to learn," Delilah says, making me feel like a dick when Beau starts to reach over to me, body flopping over the edge of the high chair.