“Did you really think that you were going to get us with Bieber?” Trevor asked, shaking his head in disgust.
“We have daughters, sweetheart,” Jason said, gesturing between him and Trevor, “and we take a very active role in our babies’ lives.”
“Next time, pick a challenge,” Trevor said, folding his large arms over his chest.
Nodding, she pointed to Aidan. “But he doesn’t,” she reminded them and with that, the two men completely forgot about her and shifted their attention on Aidan. When their smiles turned predatory, Aidan’s eyes widened in horror as he stumbled back.
“But-but…” he mumbled as he shook his head, stumbling back.
“Let’s go, sunshine!” Jason said, grabbing one of Aidan’s arms while Trevor grabbed the other one and together, they dragged him to the stage.
“You’re a cruel woman,” Lucifer said, chuckling as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“I know,” she admitted, trying not to sound proud, but she really was.
“Why don’t we leave so that we can talk?” he asked, giving her another kiss that made it difficult to stand her ground, but this was important.
“We can talk here,” she said, gesturing to the empty chairs surrounding them just as the first notes of “Boyfriend,” began.
“What’s wrong with talking about this at home?” he asked even as he pulled his phone out, found his camera app, pointed it at the stage and hit record.
“We could,” she murmured in agreement as she pulled out her phone and followed suit.
“But you want to stay?” he asked as she shook her head in wonder as Jason and Trevor began singing, proving that they were in fact great dads.
Aidan on the other hand…
“I really hope that you can sing better than him,” she said, sighing because she really wasn’t sure if she could handle him mangling her favorite song.
“You’ll never find out,” he said confidently.
“You never know…” she teased, because she already knew that it was never going to happen no matter how much she would love to see it happen.
“I really do,” he said, putting his phone away and shifted her on his lap so that they were eye to eye.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he touched his forehead to hers and said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Are you planning on shrieking at me again?” she asked, debating on staying to see this thing through, but since she was able to get Aidan up on stage she could probably call it a night.
“I’ll try my best not to,” he promised with that smile that she loved so much.
“I guess it will have to do,” she said with an over-the-top sigh and a smile.
“If you’re good I might even make you dinner,” he said softly as he tilted his head, leaned in and-
“Excuse me, Rebecca?” a vaguely familiar voice said, interrupting what promised to be a very sweet kiss.
Blinking, she sat back and looked at the man, who at least had the good sense to look embarrassed for interrupting them, and realized that it was Eric. Ignoring Lucifer and the glare that he was sending Eric’s way, she smiled up at Eric.
“I’m really sorry to interrupt,” he said, turning an adorable shade of pink, “but I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you before you left.”
Nodding, she climbed off Lucifer’s lap, pausing just long enough to slap his hands away when he tried to grab her, and smiled at the charming man that had gone along with her plans to torment Aidan. Slapping Lucifer’s hand away again, she asked Eric, “What’s on your mind?”
“Why don’t we talk in my office?” he asked with a warm smile that had her reluctantly nodding and gesturing for him to lead the way as she was forced to slap Lucifer’s hand off her hip, again.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, following Eric towards his office where he was most likely going to offer her a job and then beg her to work for him when she had to let him down gently. She felt bad, but what else was she going to do?
She belonged at the Fire & Brimstone.
*-*-*-*
“Shit!” he snarled, shooting another glare towards the back where Rebecca had disappeared over an hour ago.
“Aw, what’s wrong, big guy?” Jason, the bastard that he was seriously considering slamming his face into the table, said in a syrupy sweet voice.
“Shut. Up,” he bit out, ramming his fingers through his hair.
He’d fucked this up and now he was about to lose her.
She belonged with him at the Fire & Brimstone. He never should have let her go without a fight. He should have yelled at her, begged her, reasoned her, done and said whatever he needed to in order to keep her there. She belonged there just as much as he did, maybe more. While the Fire & Brimstone was his life, it was their baby. She’d helped him make something of it, helped him get his head out of his ass and had done the impossible. She’d helped him focus on the big picture by annoying the shit out of him when all he’d wanted to do was make every little detail perfect.
“I wonder if she’ll be able to get us a discount,” Trevor said in a thoughtful tone that was going to get his jaw broken.
“Probably,” Jason murmured in agreement as he downed the rest of his beer and signaled for another one, but by now their waitress was a bit wary of them and was avoiding their table whenever possible.
“Looks like it might be time to head out soon,” Trevor said as they all watched their waitress dart across the restaurant in a desperate attempt to get away from them.
“Why don’t we do another song while we wait for Rebecca?” his mother, a woman who was proving that she was just as evil as Rebecca if not worse, said with a bright smile that had his father trembling.
“Can’t,” his father blurted out, looking a little panicked as he reached over and blindly grabbed onto Aidan, who had never fully recovered from his time on stage, and stood up. “We have early rounds in the morning.”
“Oh,” his mother said with a disappointed sigh that didn’t hide the pleased little glimmer in her calculating expression that was absolutely fucking terrifying.
“We could always come again,” Jason said, always the helpful bastard.
“I’m free next Sunday,” Trevor added as they all got to their feet and tossed money on the table since it was obvious that their waitress wasn’t coming back to give them their check.