A Tangled Web We Weave (Completed)

16. Mommy Problems

Tony

Her toe jabbed my upper thigh as I carried her through the doorway and I winced a little as the doorway knocked me. "Those shoes are very pretty," I began, looking at her feet. "But aren't you in pain? You shouldn't be on your feet."

"You weren't complaining when I walked to the doorway," Regan retorted and then grinned, dropping her crutches. "Even if that's all I could manage."

I nodded, setting her down softly on the couch. "You have very nice legs," I said, sitting down next to her.

She gave me a look and set her hand down on top of mine. "I got them from my mother."

I winced. "Speaking of her, how is she?" I glanced down at our hands. "Does she still hate me?"

"She doesn't hate you."

"Oh, sorry, I guess I misunderstand her 'stay-away-from-my-daughter'." At her look, I sighed. "You probably shouldn't even be here."

"You took me to a musical, during which I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and now we are just having a cup of coffee. I'm almost graduated and she can't control my decisions anymore," she laid her head against my shoulder as she muttered to herself. "And she's just protective. You're a little bit older than I am-"

"Don't remind me. That makes me sound creepy." I shuddered. "I'm dating a high schooler."

"I'm almost done with-" She whipped her head up. "Are we dating?" Her piercing blue eyes looked even bigger than normal.

I scratched at the back of my head, avoiding eye contact. "I mean," I shrugged as she turned to look at me. "If I'm going to be banned from your house, I might as well make it worth my while I'm at it."

She gasped and almost tackled me with a hug. Almost immediately, she drew back, raising a single red eyebrow. "Are you sure? Chances are my parents won't change their mind about us."

I leaned toward her, setting my hand against her cheek, ignoring the bumps on her skin. "Once I make up my mind, I never change it."

"Never?"

"Well-"

She grinned and quickly pressed her lips against mine. "Good," she said, sitting up straight. "Should I get started on coffee?"

I shook my head, standing up. "You've been on that leg too much as it is."

She opened her mouth to argue and stopped, nodding. "Who knew a broken femur could hurt so much?"

I chuckled, turning on the Bonavita coffee maker on the counter and walking back over to Regan. "I think most people would assume that it would hurt quite a bit."

She inclined her head a bit. "Are you trying to argue with me?"

I smiled and sat back down next to her. "Maybe, but each time I start an argument, I know I'm going to win because of one thing."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at me. "And how do you know you are going to win exactly?"

"Because of this," I smirked and pulled her head towards mine. Her lips were unmoving for a second as she protested the kiss, but they eventually softened against mine. Her arms wound around me as our mouths moved together and we sank down deeper on the couch. My mouth moved to her jaw and her neck as her fingers tangled in my hair. Her breathing got raspy and my heart raced. All I could think about was her and her long legs and her laugh and her vo-

The Bonavita dinged and we broke apart with a jump. She giggled, her fingers going up to her mouth and we laughed for a solid minute, hearts still pounding.