When We Are Old (If We Were... Book 2) by Anna Bloom

Author:Anna Bloom [Bloom, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

Rugby

Ronnie

“Someone’s bashed my head.” I stumbled into the purple kitchen rubbing the invisible bullet hole above my right temple.

“Told you.” Hannah waved a metal contraption from over near the AGA, but I was too busy stumbling over my feet at the apparition of my daughter upright and communicating before nine on a Saturday. “She drank way too much wine.”

I squinted at her, happy she seemed to at least be wearing decent pyjamas in Matthew's house. “Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter.” I took the pain of zeroing in my gaze. “What are you doing?”

“Making toast, Mum. This is the coolest thing ever. We have to get one of these at our house.”

She opened the wire contraption that seemed to be shaped like tennis racket, but honestly my head hurt too much to even contemplate chasing down the conversation.

Matthew stretched up from the table, looking bloody delicious in sweats and a white vest top. I tried not to whimper as he kissed the top of my head. “Morning.”

“Morning,” I cringed. “Sorry, I really don’t remember getting home.”

Jack laughed but then ducked his head down and shoved his piece of toast in his mouth at the warning gaze Matthew threw at him.

“No, it’s okay.” I pointed to the chair next to Ewan. “Mind if I sit here?”

He shook his head but didn’t smile.

“Wow, that’s a lot of toast.” A huge tower of the stuff teetered in the middle of the table. Pots of jam and peanut butter, along with marmalade and honey scattered around, along with enough breadcrumbs to send my mother into an early grave.

Matthew pulled out my chair and settled a cup of coffee on the table. “Hannah’s been having fun with the AGA toaster.”

“Mum, we really need one of these.”

Matthew settled next to me and squeezed my knee under the table, and I swear on my life he erased half of my headache with just one touch.

“You made all that?”

She nodded proudly and then popped open the AGA lid and turned the contraption over.

“Who’s going to eat it all?”

Ewan and Jack both reached for more. I watched them, speechless, as they dug dirty knives covered in jam into the butter dish.

Note to self. Never invite Ma to Matthew’s house. She wouldn’t survive breakfast.

“Would you like some?” Jack glanced over at me.

“Oh, sure. That would be lovely.”

I watched as he spread on an inch of butter. Good news that I planned to have a full shagathon week with Matthew, so all extra calories were essential.

“So what’s the plan today?” I took a bite and chewed and chewed while I tried very hard not throw up white wine remnants over the breakfast table.

“Well.” Matthew winked at me. “I’ve already been for a run.”

“You have?” I glanced at the clock, sure that it did only say half eight. “That’s early.”

“Saturday’s are busy. The boys have rugby club and then we need to get haircuts and then this afternoon is the match, so…”

“Rangers are going to cream Celtic,” Ewan announced, brandishing his jammy knife.

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